Comment of the one resthome resident who wants to die, on a change in her life.

The other week me and a coworker were helping to change the one resthome resident who wants to die before bed, and she laying on her bed with her nightgown up and her nighttime "pull up" (diaper) open while my one coworker was going to go get some wetwipes and some cream to make sure her skin was clean and good before her going to bed.

"I used to be bashful," she was like to me, as she lay there waiting with her nightgown up and her pants down.

. . .

Then, since she used to paint, I was like, "C'mon, don't give me that, you're an artist!".

That got a smile out of her.