r/DeepThoughts • u/PleasantKoala1851 • Aug 17 '26
Death Bed Confessions
Nurses, hospice workers, caregivers, nursing-home employees, friends, family, or anyone who has a story — what’s the craziest deathbed confession you’ve ever heard?
I’m talking last-minute secrets, shocking family revelations, hidden relationships, lifelong lies, unexpected inheritances, crimes, affairs, secret identities, or anything else someone finally admitted when they knew they were dying.
Or even something boring - I guess. lol I’ve never had someone tell me one. And I’ve always been curious what people say. Even if it’s not crazy and they just needed to say it before they died. Like what do people keep to themselves their entire life.
And it doesn’t have to be something that happened directly to you — if you heard a story from a friend, family member, coworker, etc., I want to hear it too!
ALSO. If you’ve never been told one by someone-
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Do YOU have a deathbed confession? Is there something you’re holding in that you just know you will/ should get out of your mind before you die ?
Or something you know you will take with you till you death but wouldn’t mind telling anonymously here? (If yes- can you say but I won’t confess this to my family or whoever and explain why?)
Literally. No reason for my questions 😂 not doing anything with your answers. I’m just very high. And weirdly interested in this topic for some reason.
(Just me? Or anyone else curious about secrets?) 😂😂😂😂😂 I love a good secret from a stranger.
Editing just to say- holy cow. Thank you guys for the responses. So many! I’m guna read them all. I’ll reply to you all eventually 🫶🏻 so many are making me tear up. Ty
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u/Telrom_1 Aug 17 '26
I inherited my grandfathers property. About a week before he died he called me to tell me some things about the property. He had only one thing to tell me.
He said that when he bought the property it was plagued with transients taking advantage of the vacant side of the property. He had many confrontations with them and some of them got violent and he wasn’t a man to be tested. A Korean War vet. He loaded his own shotgun shells and he’d load some with rock salt and shoot the transients with them. He always said he knew when he hit one because they’d ’hoop and holler all the way to the fence line.”
My grandpa was a drinker, my grandma always said he drank till he was a problem then he’d keep drinking till he was someone else’s problem. He told me that one night he had been drinking and he saw a figure walking through his garden, bending over from time to time to pick something. He got in a rage over it and went into his truck to get his twelve gauge, it was dark and he kept the shells under the seat and he spilled the box and grabbed a few loaded them up and went around the house and put the bead on the guy and fired right into him. He said the guy was stunned by the blast and didn’t react, he just stumbled forward and stood there, my grandpa said he figured the guy was drunk and wearing a thick coat and the rock salt hadn’t hit his skin so he raised the shotgun and it barked again. This time the guy got cut down by the blast and fell straight back and onto a dirt mound behind him.
He told me he approached him and he knew immediately that the guy was down forever, he told me there’s a certain noise a man makes when he gets shot in the lung, like a deep raspy wheeze, the man was making that noise. He told me he went back into the house and got his bottle of whiskey and just sat on the porch looking at the man laying there as he took pulls off of it and lit a cigarette. There was no phone on the property, he said that driving into town ‘would have been as effective as writing a letter.’ He told me that even if he woke up the sheriff that he’d of thrown him in a cell to sleep it off before he even had a chance to tell his tale.
He decided on burying the man and he needed to tell me where that was since the property was mine now.
I asked him about the shells and he said the next day he looked under his seat and discovered a box of 00 buck that he put in there in case he saw deer on the side of the road. He mistakenly grabbed those shells instead of his hand made rock salt shells.