Way back in the early 1900's when I worked on an ambulance as an EMT and was a newbee we delivered a Premie with very underdeveloped lungs. Kid was breathing but not to well. We hitem with some 0's and ran calling in a standby at the hosp. We get to the hospital hand off and report to the Nurse and leave. 15 minutes later we come back in to check on the Kid. The curtain is drawn. Maybe the kid bought it? I open the curtain and the baby is having agonal respirations with deep retractions and cyanotic as shit! The RN told me his lungs were so under developed they could not save him. He will not survive and that's the way it is! So I felt sad about the Kid and sat and held his tiny little hand while his little body convulsed and covered him with his yellow baby blanket that we brought with us. In a few minutes he stopped fighting to breath them EKG monitor went flat line and he lay very very still. He was dead, He no longer functioned, he no longer existed. The only place he was headed was the morgue then 6' under ground. The Priest came in and prayed some mumbo jumbo and for some reason that made the family feel comfortable. The Kid is dead what the hell are you praying for? He ain't commin back? He ain't going no where. This is the last stop on this train!