Mexico, 1927. My wife's grandmother, Maria Victoria Souza, and her family were gathered in their home praying for her brother, Joaquin. He was in bed and unconscious. The details are sketchy so we don't know what exactly was wrong with him but we do know that he was near death and had either entered his condition so unexpectedly or getting a priest to the house was so difficult that he slipped into a coma before one could come so that he hadn't received last rites.
Outside, the anti-Catholic persecution was in full force and priests and faithful Catholics were being martyred by the government for their Faith.