Remission Is Over, Return To Your Seats

Her remission is over, the second of my recently cancer-cursed mates to have to decide that enough is enough. Brain lesions, malignant, numerous. It is time for one final holiday, hoping to make the next birthday, making peace with the world, preparations for memorials and ashes, farewells to loved ones, refusing to prolong the ordeal, organising palliative care teams, dying with dignity in her own home.

Dying with dignity? I'm with Mrs Madrigal on this one. When asked by Edgar Halcyon what she would day on her death bed, she answered 'How about 'oh shit'?' (or words to that effect). Oh shit, indeed.