So, today was to be the big exit. I just got a phone call from him. "Whaaaat?" that's what I kept saying. Apparently, the last three days he's been bouncing around the room, saying "I'm not dead yet!'. So the knacker didn't take him.
When they wheeled him into palliative care, I said "You'll surprise them all by walking out." And he's going to. They think now that a light dose of chemo will work, so he can maintain his quality of life. I told him now, that they are never letting him come back. Such an embarrassment.
The next thing is at the crematorium door. "Hold it!" he'll say.