A few of us used to go and see my mate at his hospice every Thursday from December last year, through to his death back in April.
Everytime we used to leave him, he'd shake our hands and thank us for everything.
I'd normally tell him to "........man the fuck up, and we'll see you next week".
Last time we saw him, when we went to leave, he shook our hands and told us to shut the door on the way out, but as you say, almost like he knew......
And apparently, on the morning of his death, he had breakfast with his wife and kids. When the female chief came around to see if he fancied anything else for breakfast, in front of everyone, he said, "yeah, I'd like a piece of you".
Ten minutes later, he was dead.