Bedtime banter with the one resthome resident who wants to die.

The other week at the resthome, the one resthome resident who wants to die had just laid down in bed and was about to go adjust herself and scoot upwards in the bed and onto her pillow, but before she did that, she looked at it and was like, "To me, that's a mountain."

"That's okay," I was like, "We know you're from [name of the Central European mountain town she was born in], we know you can handle mountains!".

And, that got a grin out of her.