As Jim Benton lay dying, his wife left him with his nurse and went into the next room to rest. She sat in the dark staring into the night. Suddenly, Mrs. Benton saw headlights come rapidly up the driveway.
"Oh, no," she said, "I don't want visitors now, not now." But it wasn't a car baring visitors, it was a hearse with maybe a dozen men hanging from the sides. At least that's what it looked like.
The hearse screeched to a stop. The men jumped off and stared up at her. The eyes where glowing with a pale orange-yellow light. They looked like cat's eyes. Exactly like cat's eyes. Mrs. Benton was petrified with fear. She watched in horror as they disappeared into the house.
An instant later, they were back, dragging something that thumped as it hit bumps. They heaved it into the hearse and drove off at high speeds. Right then, the nurse came out, looking grim and sad. She told Mrs. Benton that her husband died moments ago.