From an excellent New York Magazine profile of one of my favorite authors from my youth:
The endings of Dahl's stories are almost always surprising, even when we know the twist is coming. This talent, it turns out, applied equally to the author's own life. In a hospital, surrounded by family, Dahl reassured everyone, sweetly, that he wasn't afraid of death. “It's just that I will miss you all so much,” he said—the perfect final words. Then, as everyone sat quietly around him, a nurse pricked him with a needle, and he said his actual last words: "Ow, fuck!"