Incidentally. "Death-beds" vary. One may die among friends, with some control over the circumstances. One may die among strangers or worse. It would make a difference.
My father was in and out of the TB San from when I was 4 to 14. Discussion of death from TB was common enough so that the word "Hemorrhage" still to this day evokes death from TB -- a rope of arterial blood spewing from one's mouth. "Coughing one's lungs out" is fairly accurate. Dying in thus among nuns anxious for one's soul would seem to guranatee the _appearance_ of such a conversion.
Carrol