The other week, the one resthome resident who wants to die wasn't that hungry at dinnertime, and didn't like the menu options either.
So, I reminded her that she had some leftovers from a couple days earlier in the fridge.
After I took them out, I showed them to her and was like, "It was only Monday, I think they're still good."
"They seem good," she was like, "But if they kill me, that's okay too."
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