Not really funny. My hubby just died after at least 10 years of dementia. He used to tell me time after time the same old stories from long ago, but he couldn’t remember what happened yesterday.
My husband went to Philadelphia for shoulder surgery back in the day. His roommate was a younger fellow who had a slipped disc or something in his back. The guy was so worried about having surgery. Apparently he had something really serious on his conscience, and he was afraid of what might happen if he should die. Eventually he walked out without the surgery.
Like the coloration, miss the snark.