The last "Thank You"

I was in 3rd  year medical school. During my very first clinical rotation through medical ward, I was ask to take 'history' from a very private /VVIP/paid patient. Later, I was told he was one of the richest tycoon in the city. I learned a lot about him after he died, from newspaper. He left most of his estate to the nurse who was taking care of him. Wife, children and family were furious. Legal actions and stories were published in newspaper. But what he told to a naive, young medical student on that sunny day in a private hospital room made all sense to later parts of events which remained incomprehensible to many.

"Jab insaan maut ke bister pe para hota hai to sab kuch be-maani ho jaata hai. Ma thori thori yaad aati hai. Biwi, bachhe, bhai bahen, sab dost rishetedar be-maani ho jaate hain. Paisa, daulat, izzat, shaurat bhi bekaar lagti hai. Kaun zindagi main mila, kaun kho gaya - kuch yaad nahi rehta. Log kehte hain, achhe amal yaad rehte hain - sach poocho to woh be be-maani lagte hain. Maut ki dehleez pe khare - sirf aik hi jee chahta hai - ke - jo zindagi main aap ke kaam aaye, jinhoN ne aap ke dukh baante, jo bure waqtoN main aap ke saath khare rahe - aap sirf aik dafa unhe 'Thank you' keh sakain - werna baqi sab kuch aur baqi sab log izafi lagte hain"