I'm dealing with more and more old people who's children keep extending their life and they're totally sick of it.
Modern medicine has taken "Grandma had a heart attack at 85 and died" to "Grandma had a heart attack at 85, cycled in-and-out of the hospital for 3 years, had dialysis and an organ transplant, went deaf, was operated upon 4 times, was flown to a different state for a 5th operation, had a blood transfusion, and then died".
It's getting to the point, where I'm starting to wonder if I should even wish them well, when they're ill, as they're desperately hoping to meet their Maker.

