I believe the smell is like a ( sweet,plastic/rubber,menthol) I smell this smell before any animal that im caring for dies, so i keep the animal very close, my sons friend (18y/old) smelt like this before he was rushed into hospital he now has diabeties, (He nearly died) the smell seemed to clear until the other day, the smell seems to get worse when he speaks to me, i am so worried for him, as i believe it starts when the body starts to shut down, can anybody relate to this?
I agree with anangel on July 17th. The smell I smell is sweet, rubber, plastic. I do not smell menthol. I only have the smell in and around my bed and never in the presence of the person that is going to pass. I posted my first comment on here about this matter on Nov 17th. As I stated, my 47 year old brother died on Nov 9th, 5 days after I smelled the smell in my bed. I knew someone was going to die but did not know who, I never know who it is going to be. My brother died from a narcotic overdose. He was not suffering from a terminal illness. I had not seen him in about 6 weeks. I know the physical smell that some of you describe. I had a cat that had a terrible odor to her one morning and my husband took her to the vet for me, her kidneys had shut down and I think the smell was all the toxins building in her system. We had her put to sleep the same day. The smell in my bed is very different. It always scares the heck out of me and all I can do is just wait on the phone call telling me who passed. Can anyone offer me some insight about this?
why are you reading this site if you are not looking for answers your self?? How and what treatment could have been used for a blood clot on the brain that had been undetected for the whole of my friends life.. also one more thing,In what way would anybody even want to feel special..?!
I hope npyx and his anger are gone. The truth is that not everyone smells the odor of dying. It's also not the same amongst people. The woman who runs the care home where my father died tells of a patient she'd had years previous, a devout and very goodhearted person, whose smell of death was very floral. Dad's was quite pungently not floral, not quite fetid, but overpowering.
I worked as a nurses aid ... I know of said smell ... said smell would linger around my residents before they would go.
Very sad.
I know the smell of death in hospital rooms as people who are elderly's body processes begin to cease and their kidneys make less urine. I have noticed that it takes on a brownish color before a person who has a catheter passes on. I have noticed it in different ways over the years in people who are dying. I cannot describe it and yet I cannot ever forget it. It smells of like something beginning to decompose with a perspiration (not like B.O. stench) like tinge to it. I am not sure if it makes sense because it is as though there is something that is common in it among the people I have watched slip away but there is a personal kind of element to it as well. Almost as though if the person is close to you, you notice more of the physical characteristics of pallor, breathing and what I would even call a death rattle in the last breaths they take before expiring. The smell is unmistakably the same but with a different nuance that I would call unique to that person somehow.
I also have noticed when my husband and I have gone to the mausoleum where my mother-in-law cremated remains are kept in a niche, that there is a distinctive smell there. Other people tell me that it's mildew but I know it to be the sickening, nauseating smell of decay. They say that you cannot smell the decomposition that takes place because of the marble slabs but I know what I am smelling is death. Come on, there are caskets slid into a space and the 'marble slab' has not been put into place yet. I know that smell! I don't mean to get gross but once when I was with my daddy when I was a kid, we went raccoon hunting at night and came to a field of cows. We were near a creek that ran through the field we were in and suddenly he said to me "You smell that'? I told him that I could and it was the worst smell I had ever smelled in my life and I was about 10. He told me that we were down wind of a cow that had passed on and we were smelling it. I smelled that in the mausoleum later in life and every once in a while when I have been with people who are dying. It's a bit unnerving to smell that odor and know what is coming next.