As if passing out in church and being diagnosed with a horrible disease weren't enough, the hospice provider sent a spiritual caregiver to look in on our devout, little old Italian grandmother. Our still fiery Grandma. The visit started out just fine, just another pleasant person for Grandma to talk to. Then Grandma asked why the woman came to visit... this is where the woman got into trouble ... she was there to give Grandma spiritual comfort. Grandma said: "I'm a Catholic, the priest already comes to see me and take care of my spiritual comfort (shit for brains)." The woman replied, "Oh, don't worry, I can pray over you and give you communion." Grandma was outraged, but kept her cool on the outside ... the spiritual caregiver left, never to return. And the next time the priest came to visit, Grandma had something to talk about when he heard her confession.
And you wonder why Medicare is going broke.
