Years and years and years ago, the woman who eventually got the prosthesis was a nurse in New York City, and one day in the ER a gunshot victim came in, and everyone around her got all panicky and freaking out like "oh my god my god my god" for some reason, and she wasn't really sure why they were doing this, so she was the only person to keep her head cool like usual.
Then, the guy died, and everyone but her started crying, and one of her coworkers turned to her and was like, "Don't you know who that is?".
"No," she was like.
"It's John Lennon!", her coworker was like.
"John who?", she was like.
"John Lennon, the Beatle!", her coworker was like.
"Oh, John Lennon!", she was like.
. . .
She wasn't one much into pop culture, and she vaguely knew who he was from Beatlemania, but she hadn't kept track of him and what he looked like over the years.
. . .
My one client with disabilities's (lesbian) sister really really loves the Beatles, so her friend who ended up getting the prosthesis held this story back for years, since she wouldn't know how she would react to it.
As it turns out, she was kind of weirded out, that her friend was there with John Lennon when he died, but ultimately she was glad that she was there with him.
"He probably was too, when he was between the veils," she was like, "to see that someone there was calm and trying to help him."
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