Maria is passing on. Then, at that point, the carer removes something from his pocket and satisfies her last desire.
We as a whole go downhill and kick the bucket at last. I’m not particularly terrified of kicking the bucket, I believe it’s something wonderful and regular. Then again, I’m unnerved by going downhill and not having the option to take care of myself. To be reliant upon another person, not have the option to …