In the frailty/decrepitude of one’s last days, when life becomes mere existence and when a day consists of being cleaned from incontinence, eating, and sleeping fitfully, let death come and end the misery.
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In the frailty/decrepitude of one’s last days, when life becomes mere existence and when a day consists of being cleaned from incontinence, eating, and sleeping fitfully, let death come and end the misery.