I've seen death in well over two dozen friends and close relatives, but I have never been able to deal with it, and I don't know what to say.

I talked to Utah P. about two weeks before he died and I could tell he was slipping fast. Fighting the lump in my throat and blinking back the tears I said to him "How are you doing? the truth now, I need to know."
Long pause and I knew he was near the end.
Finally, he came back with, "I'm not doing well at all. In fact, I'm suicidal."
I said, "Tell me about it."
He said, "I called the suicide hot line and got a man with a middle eastern accent.I told I told him I was suicidal and he said, "Great, can you drive a truck"?

The man is on his death bed and he had to have one more shot at me! He once bragged that he was able to put one over on me, and he went to his grave chuckling about that second shot.

So, GNU, sounds to me like you did the right thing and I'll bet your friend thinks so too.

Most men have a hard time showing affection for other men, but I believe that real men don't worry about what real men do.
If some dude calls me a sissy, I'll hit him with my purse.