My Soul Friend, who I met today, was sharing his story of the last days of his brother's life. His brother was a Roman Catholic priest, who died very recently. They sat together for days, with my SF having a few Maltesers in the palm of his hand. His brother's favourite sweet, he would occasionally pop one in his mouth. There had been no communication for weeks, as his brother mumbled incoherently and seemed to be in another plain completely.
On the day of his death, a shaky hand came out and took a Malteser from SF's hand. Two minutes later the shaky hand came out again for another. SF said, "Hey don't start getting greedy", but his brother took the sweet and popped it into SF's mouth. He died shortly afterwards.
A moment of true Holy Communion.