Nice and comfortable.
Would you describe comfortable as the absence of discomfort? Where the temperature is always micro adjusted to perfection? Where the stomach is always satieted, and the remote is close as hand? Where the fridge is always full of beer and snacks. And of course someone is around to fetch you what you crave, so you don't have to get up.

Or is real comfort the total absence of sensation like when you're in a diabetic coma?

Now of course there is a moment of discomfort while you are projectile vomiting in the midst of a sudden heart attack.  If comfort is your goal in life, you might as well cross over, because shit gets real if you have to actually wake up hooked up to a bunch of honking machines with your significant other wearing the sickly smile knowing that the crappy insurance you have through your job isn't going to save your house anyway. Good night there comfort seeker.