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2014-01-15 10:38:34 AM
5 votes:
I guess that's a way to have a huge party and not have to deal with the cleanup.  Some people are so lazy.
2014-01-15 11:30:35 AM
4 votes:
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tricycleracer: Either I'm a robot or Fark is inhabited by the most emotional folks on the Internet.

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"Robot & Fark"
2014-01-15 01:33:16 PM
3 votes:

OOBE Juan Kenobi: Hey Farkers...

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2014-01-15 10:36:33 AM
3 votes:
Her most searing regret was that she would never experience becoming a grandmother. So her sons presented her with copies of the children's book Goodnight Moon, and she recorded a version so that one day her grandchildren could be tucked in by the grandmother they never met.

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Wow, that hit me right in the dustometer and activated the bawl gland.
2014-01-15 10:10:09 AM
3 votes:
This, my friends, is how it's done.

TFA: Her most searing regret was that she would never experience becoming a grandmother. So her sons presented her with copies of the children's book Goodnight Moon, and she recorded a version so that one day her grandchildren could be tucked in by the grandmother they never met.

As a fairly new Grandfather, this brought me to tears. I always enjoyed reading to my Sons when they were young and now it's twice as much fun!  Buddha, Allah, Brahma, Vishnu, Siva, trees, mushrooms, and Isadora Duncan bless this woman.

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2014-01-15 02:52:25 PM
2 votes:

digitalrain: Oh my god I was bawling as I read TFA. My dad died of cancer back in 06. He lived his last days in Tennessee, in his
parents' living room, overlooking the lake he loved to fish and boat in. I was fortunate enough to be able to be there
for his last days. I remember calling my mom to let her know for certain that I was coming and when she went to put the
phone to my dad's ear, she warned me not to expect him to say anything because he didn't talk much anymore. I told
my dad to hang on and that I was coming.

He lived for 3 days after I got there. In the space of a day in a half, he went from sort of being able to talk to not at all.
His last words - literally - were, "Well f*ck shiat!" which he uttered when I told him that his oldest buddy was driving up
from Florida to see him.

His last day on this earth was a good one. All of his close friends and family were there, music on the stereo, and we
had highlights from his beloved Redskins' glory days on the TV. We ordered in chinese food and were sitting around
talking and reminiscing and all of a sudden it's like all of the air went out of the room and we all of us looked over at
my dad at the same moment and we knew that he was gone ...


An interesting thing happened right after this ^^^^^ happened. Naturally, everyone was crying. I had had to call one of
my dad's friends who had left less than an hour before my dad died and tell him that my dad had passed. After that,
all I wanted to do was curl up into a ball. My grandpa went to call hospice so that they could send someone out to get
my dad's body.

So he goes over to the phone, dials a number and we hear him say, "Can you please send someone out to get the
body? He's dead."

Followed by a couple of heartbeats of silence and then

"I'm so sorry ma'am, I must have the wrong number."

Every single one of us in the room went from tears to near peeing our pants laughter in the blink of an eye. I like to
think that it was my dad's last gift to us - that we would find laughter even after he was gone.
2014-01-15 02:30:07 PM
2 votes:

djh0101010: Pancreatic Cancer is a harsh biatch.  Sending you the best possible thoughts, ladodger34.  I'm intentionally not adding my stories about personal experience with it, because, it wouldn't help, and I'd rather offer my support instead.


Around 5 years ago, come Valentine Day, during my yearly physical, as my doctor was reading the results of my blood work, she went "Hmmm".

It seems that my bilirubins were elevated. And she proceeded to worry out every possible implication of that. And dismissed those as impossible. Until she came to cancer of the pancreas. Which she said was "unlikely". Well, everyone who has ever read Sherlock Holmes knows that once you have eliminated the impossible, what's left, however unlikely is the answer. So, we scheduled an MRI to get a peak at my pancreas. And for 2 weeks I lived with the knowledge that I had cancer of the pancreas and that meant around 2 months to live. People, I was so noble. I blessed you and every living thing. Even Republicans.  I skipped all the early and middle steps of mourning and went straight for sainthood.

But as you all know, and as Fate would have it, I did not have cancer of pancreas. I had elevated bilirubins.
2014-01-15 12:47:08 PM
2 votes:
Why'd I wear mascara to work today?!
2014-01-15 11:35:35 AM
2 votes:

tricycleracer: Either I'm a robot or Fark is inhabited by the most emotional folks on the Internet.


You're in a desert, walking along in the sand when all of a sudden you look down and see a tortoise.
It's crawling towards you.
You reach down and flip the tortoise over on its back, tricycleracer
The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over.
But it can't.
Not without your help.
But you're not helping.
Why is that, tricycleracer?
2014-01-15 11:25:30 AM
2 votes:

tricycleracer: Either I'm a robot or Fark is inhabited by the most emotional folks on the Internet.



*bursts into tears*
2014-01-15 11:16:46 AM
2 votes:

Dow Jones and the Temple of Doom: Sounds like how my gramp went, peacefully in his sleep. Unlike the other people!


If you intentionally botched that, bravo.
2014-01-15 10:51:08 AM
2 votes:
Fark Her. I wasn't invited.
2014-01-15 11:07:23 PM
1 votes:

Primitive Screwhead: rosekolodny: What's a tortoise?

You know what Gamera is?
Same thing.


Friend of children!

/filled with turtle meat
//he's really neat
2014-01-15 03:09:33 PM
1 votes:
My dad was dying from cancer and he was pretty much bedridden.
He didn't want to die in his bedroom, he wanted to be close to the action of the house.
Sooooo....

We emptied the dining room (which adjoined the living room) and Hospice brought us a hospital bed so he could get really comfortable.
Many friends and family visited. There were some small parties and the full gamut of emotions.
Dear ol' dad enjoyed it and we are forever happy because he died a mostly happy guy.

His greatest joke was as he looked at my mom, "it's a lot more fun to croak at 69... ya'll may want to leave the dining room."

\if you know someone who volunteers or works with Hospice, thank them. They deserve it.
d23 [TotalFark]
2014-01-15 11:54:55 AM
1 votes:
Here she is!

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2014-01-15 11:52:44 AM
1 votes:
So why did the party have to end?

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2014-01-15 11:24:20 AM
1 votes:

Dow Jones and the Temple of Doom: Sounds like how my gramp went, peacefully in his sleep. Unlike the other people!


On his bus?
2014-01-15 11:22:51 AM
1 votes:
Either I'm a robot or Fark is inhabited by the most emotional folks on the Internet.
2014-01-15 11:15:40 AM
1 votes:
Hero tag must still be in bed with a hangover.
2014-01-15 11:13:09 AM
1 votes:
Sounds like how my gramp went, peacefully in his sleep. Unlike the other people!
2014-01-15 10:51:06 AM
1 votes:

Satanus Maximus: Don't forget to check the toilet water tank for beer bottles.  People at my parties always left their empties in places like that...


Better than a pile of shiat.
2014-01-15 10:49:16 AM
1 votes:
Don't forget to check the toilet water tank for beer bottles.  People at my parties always left their empties in places like that...
2014-01-15 09:23:03 AM
1 votes:
Must be Irish

/dnrtfa
 
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