Had to visit a family member who was placed in a Convalescent Home to recover from an accident. Now there's a depressing place! As I was leaving, I walked down a long hall. Randomly scattered along the hall were wheelchairs, each occupied by a tiny white-haired woman.
It seems our Convalescent homes are, of course, filled with mostly old women. Our menfolk generally die off long before they reach the wheelchair stage. Except for one guy. Most of the 'homes' I have visited have one guy....one old fart who wasn't smart enough to die at the right time, or so pissed off God that She is making him pay by granting him the boon of extended life in the company of a virtual harem all to himself. Be careful what you wish for, right?
Anyway, these 'ladies of the hall' have a couple of things in common: the aforementioned white hair. and the fact that they were all fast asleep. I guess they are belted in to the wheelchairs so they don't tumble out. Very quiet bunch, they were. They mostly resembled a wide-spread flock of sheep gently grazing a peaceful meadow.
I am sure heart attacks are somewhat painful, and probably difficult to forecast, but at least the 'linger' factor is pretty low.
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