Little story for your consideration.
My pop checked out with a stroke. He was at work down in Florida - felt a little disoriented, made it to the hospital, went in for an MRI and that was that. Bled out from the brain stem.
So - my brothers and I got the call and we all immediately caught flights down to FL. He was in a hospital room nice and peaceful. He looked like my dad just as I remembered him when he slept. He even smelled like my dad. His skin felt like my dad.
My brothers and I were ready to make our peace with him and move on. Pull the plug and watch him expire. Be there by his bedside as he passed.
[INSERT SCRATCHING RECORD SOUND HERE]
Not so fast. His new wife, who was a real fucking piece of work had talked him into two things recently -1 - joining the Catholic church and 2 - becoming an organ donor.
Long story short - we ended up staying by his side for around 5 days on life support as he began to bloat and change and smell different. His body began to shut down. What was going on? They were getting all the folks together to do the transplants and it took what seemed like forever to us. It's not like you think - they keep you alive as storage for your parts until they are ready. We were denied the chance to be there as my dad passed.
Now, I am glad that 5 people benefited from his donations. I really am. But at the same time - I fucking hate most people and I loved my dad. And - as a survivor I was denied closure with my own father.
So - just pointing that out for you to think about.
Yeah, brain death is a hard thing for folks to wrap their heads around and accept. Your other organs will begin to fail not long after brain death. Sorry you had to see all that.