Yeah, those places are depressing, especially the ones with a lot of people who want to die but can't. My grandparents have been waiting for over five years. They're trying to slowly kill themselves by eating a box of sugarcubes and multiple packs of cookies a week. It's not working. The nursing staff thinks my grandfather shouldn't smoke, but we buy him his favourite sigars anyway. My grandmother suffers from dementia. Out of her nine children who are still alive, she only recognises my mom. According to her, my mom is 21 and does not have children. I use that as an excuse not to visit. Nobody blames me.
Meanwhile, on my dad's side of the family, people have been succesfully dying of the results morbid obesity before their 60th birthday. One of my aunts was so fat she could barely get out of bed. So she didn't and got even fatter. She died there too. Wasn't discovered until three days later.
When I'm really old, I want to go like my uncle's parents. His father died when he and his wife were watching TV. She got up to pour some coffee and when she got back he was gone. She kept leading a fairly active lifestyle. After a few years she got really sick. It was clear she would never be able to get back to her old life if she ever got out of the hospital, so she stopped eating and drinking, and refused medication. She died two days later.