In 1947, my grandfather was on an airplane for one of the first times in his life. The plane developed severe engine problems. The pilot spent several minutes dumping fuel before attempting an emergency landing.
This was not a situation where my grandfather's life flashed before his eyes in a fraction of a second. Rather, he had many agonizing minutes to take stock of his life before a very possible deadly crash.
The plane landed safely and my grandfather was surprised by what went through his mind during those torturous final minutes of the flight. He did not think about his personal accomplishments, the awards he had won, or the recognition he had received. He certainly did not think about his material possessions.