[Frank the Tank]

Man, there are a few things. Having to go from work to the hospital every day on my lunch and after work to visit my cousin in the ICU. Then to get there one day after work to hear they were pulling the plug and having to say goodbye to her.

Towards the end of my grandfathers life, he was blind and suffering from dimentia. He was in a nursing home way out in the country, about an hours drive from London. I was working the 3 to midnight shift so every other day, I would get up early and go visit him. Sometimes he'd be asleep and I'd just sit with him and hold his hand. Sometimes he'd be awake but just whacked out and making no sense, and then, maybe three times, he had a couple of minutes where he was clear and lucid. On one of those three times he pulled me closer and gave me a huge hug and said "just kill me now". I'll never forget that.

Obviously I didn't do it, but it made me realize that at least a part of Grandpa understood that he was in a strange place, strapped into a wheelchair wearing a diaper and that he'd rather be dead.