I found the
Wikiquote list of Last Words and was reminded of a bit of family lore.
My great-great-grandmother (all maternal) had 17 children over the course of her life. Raising 17 children on a grain farm in southern Hungary in the mid-1800s, you may imagine, was bloody exhausting, but she did it uncomplainingly until one night when she was about 45. As she was going up to bed, she turned to a small gaggle of older kids and said, "Someone else will need to make breakfast in the morning. Goodnight to you all."
She died that night in her sleep.