Probably once a year, there would be a family so dysfunctional, screwed up, and angry, they would literally be fighting over the estate of the poor fellow who was at the precipice of his journey into the afterlife. It was so disheartening to see such consummate selfishness at play. Thus begat,

The Family

A dying patient's family, can
Do more harm than good, I assure you man,
While contesting the contents of his will
They're hovering closer for the kill,
They may be harboring hidden guilt
About the time the milk was spilt,
Then clutch at every thread of life
And claim it's for his loving wife,
When life support, becomes death denial
He feel like he's been put on trial,
He wonders what his crime must be -
The poor fool had a family!

Fibril_late; 12/95