My buddy Howie Carr used to say that when someone died.
After a 6 month stint in the hospital, he finally gave up and stopped eating/drinking. Was tired of laying in a bed. 74 years.
I saw him yesterday around 2 pm, he died around 3 am this morning. He was miserable and I knew he wanted out.
I wasn't sure I wanted to even share this, but here it is. I think I've made enough "friends" here that might want to know.
Feel free to joke, say whatever you need to. You know me, laughter is the best medicine.