Humour in the face of death, part 10

I'm just back from a couple of days with my parents, where matters are becoming simultaneously grimmer and more humorous.

Take the latest phase in the morphine saga. As the liver misfires and starts to close down, his brain isn't getting what it needs to work properly. So yesterday, after a cocktail of anaesthetic (from an abdominal drain), morphine and wine, he regaled us with endless stories about alcohol, challenged us to take theological positions on what happens after you die ... And decided