My father-in-law was taken off his meds weeks ago, been on a bed, st home, for three weeks, and they up the pain meds all the time. He is just wheezig, slower and slower. I am expecting call at any minute. Hell, I'd rather go at Bryant-Denny than that!
Any more details? Was he oldish? i.e. >70? Steak, wine, chocolate, and Tiger Stadium. That would be a great last hurrah. I would sub sex for Tiger Stadium, if I needed an equivalent alternative.
Not real proud of this, but once on the road, I was drunk, she was drunk, but spectre of dying in the saddle spooked her just enough to close it all down. She was afraid she would give me a heart attack. Dayum! I didn't pursue cause I expect she was right!
It's not the first, a friend lost her father to a heart attack in the North end zone against Florida some years back.
Naw, Skipper. That was Veteran Bachelorette Caper #23--the last-possible-second adios. You should have countered with the Old Bull Gambit or even the classic fake-defibrilator-in-the-briefcase ploy.