He's probably in hospice because he's in such bad shape he needs more attention than he can get at home. Some hospices are so nice. My brother died in a hospice. It looked like a bedroom in a home, and it had an extra bed and couch so we could sleep there. My brother had lung cancer and he just needed extra attention he couldn't get being at home.
Hoo boy, let's see if this thread about a man deciding for himself when and where he'll die, and happy to be in a hospice where he's well cared for, survives without an invasion from the death cult crowd.
And hospice workers are -- in my experience -- the best. When my aunt had cancer, and wanted to die at home, there was someone there all the time. They handled the medical and practical needs of everyone involved and became like members of the family. They even came to the funeral.
(Ironically, I write this on a day I have spent most of my afternoon complaining about the intransigence of a hospice we're negotiating a deal with at work...but, that's another story...they do good work...I just don't need to negotiate with them again..)