I'm so very easily amused...

And gods know I need a laugh! The Muppets doing 'The Stars and Stripes Forever." Enjoy!

How I wish I had good news

But I've got nothing like that. Dad passed at 1:40PM yesterday. It was, according to Mom and Sis, peaceful and painless. I was in the drive through at McDonalds, waiting for my burgers so I could be late for my counseling appointment. At Hospice. O, the irony.

Memorial will be on Monday. No suits, no ties, Aloha shirts encouraged. I'll give directions for anyone interested over private email. No flowers, please, but we're accepting donations for the family.

End Game

Over the last week, Dad's been getting worse. He started slipping on Father's Day, when he asked me why I was coming over so early - at 5PM. It progressed through non sequitors - telling Mom that the stereo remote also controls the pump to empty the washbasin - on to conviction that he had to go somewhere to claiming that he had to go home (he WOULD NOT believe us when we told him he was home) to not recognizing us to where he is today: in a coma.

This is, I'm told, typical of this kind of situation - going on a trip is how some people frame their coming death, and the coma is, frankly, a blessing for him and for us.

But he's still dying by inches, and there's nothing I can do.