In Passing

I heard that a friend of mine died recently, and yesterday my partner's step-father died in hospital.  We had visited him in the afternoon, where he was all all hooked up to machines to aid breathing and monitor his vitals.  He lay on his bed with more tubes coming out of him than is natural.  I joked with him that he looked like some special effects set up for Dr Who.  He died a few hours after we had left, just like that.

So not in the mood for much of anything at this point, because this triggers a whole bunch of stuff about my family, and the deaths I've experienced over the years, both personal and professional when I use to be a nurse.  The above image is linked to Existential Comics, which appeals to my dark sense of humour.