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I take umbrage at the perversification of the phrase "Happy Ending"... and I am hereby taking it back and making it into something beautiful...

I had a Happy Ending with my father in the months weeks days hours minutes that he lived in my home up 'til Death did him in... Yes I saw his 98 yr old penis for the first time ever and for many days after and yes I touched it in the context of keeping him clean and comfortable while Life left him slowly, naturally... how a person who is no longer ingesting food can still have so much shit stored up inside them is a mystery that I never want to ponder on again...

I am grateful for that time, just me n him, the person who I consider to be the only human that really loved me (even when we were in contradiction... especially then as he would never let such trivial matters as personal perspectives come between us) and to the hospice folks that 4-wheeled their way way out here over rocky road and muddy gulch every few days with supplies... Bless them rightly for helping me give my father a peaceful quiet Happy Ending...