Overheard in a rural diner a few days ago, while I was trying to eat breakfast:
"I wonder how much longer Bob will be with us."
"In some ways it would be a blessing..."
"He's pulling out the IVs and everything else."
"They went to put him to bed and his diaper was full of blood."
"What?"
"They went to put him to bed and his diaper was full of blood."
We wish all the best to Bob, whoever he may be. But it sounds like things have advanced in such a terrible way that, as his friends say, it'd be a blessing...
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