Every single time my grandpa went into the hospital he ended up having a diabetic attack because the doctors never listened to my family's advice about the specifics of managing his insulin. Every. Single. Fucking. Time. Because the doctors always think they know better.

Also on one of those stays in the hospital some nigger stole his Rolex and his wedding ring right off his fucking hand. The ring made me the most angry. A dying old man whose wrist you just took a five-figure watch off of while he was lying there unconscious, and it's not enough. No, you had to yank his plain gold wedding band right off his finger too. The ring he'd had for over half a century. A ring that's worth maybe a couple hundred bucks worth of gold at most. You had to take that too, because there's just an empty black void of nothing where a soul is supposed to be. Because you're a...thing masquerading as a person. Whoever did that deserves the worst fate the most twisted corners of my imagination can conjure, and to be honest it's still too good for 'em.