[...] A bed had been made up for him in the drawing room. There he lay, my father, the actor, speechless and motionless, attached to tubes, unable ever again to move across a stage to get a laugh or to draw a tear from a rapt audience. The only movement he could achieve now was in his right hand, and, as I sat there with him, he wrote me a note. I took it from him. 'Please promise me that I will be buried in Ireland.' When I'd read it I raised my head. He was looking at me. It was a look of almost childlike helplessness and vulnerability. I nodded. 'Of course' and I think I smiled. A few days later he died. We brought him back to Ireland and buried him in the foothills of the Dublin Mountains overlooking the bay and the city he loved.
— Paul Cusack on his father Cyril's final days (Sons+Fathers, 2015)
