‘Woman on her Deathbed’ Watercolor by Van Gogh
There was an old woman.
She’d, say, ‘n’ number of sons. (n=2,34,…), n≥ 2 😀
She also had a daughter/s, but daughter/s do not count that much in this story.
Amongst the ‘n’ sons, the youngest one was the weakest – both financially and in terms of health.
The old woman suffered a stroke in her 60s.
That paralyzed her right body parts, especially the limbs.
Thus, from now on, she’d need an active care-giving support until her death.
All her sons were away from their paternal home with their own family.
Then the question arose who was to look after the old mother.
Interestingly, all the sons & the daughters-in-law wanted to inherit the property, but none wanted to take their mom in their family.
Since, the youngest son was the weakest financially; his family was forced to look after the old woman in their paternal home.
And the sons, their wives, their children would quarrel over the same thing – everyone wanted to inherit the property but no one wanted the stinking old woman.
Another interesting twist in the story – the old woman, now in her 80s, fell from her bed and broke her femur.
And yet she didn’t die.
She becomes totally vegetable – she eats, defecates, and urinates on bed.
And, boy, she’d really awfully stinking faeces.
Moreover, as an old woman on her bed for so many days, she also developed bed-sores that made her even more repulsive.
You’d feel like vomiting when near her, and some even vomited.
Btw, she was really a brave old woman, for she never complained anything about the pain she was going through, except the occasional bursting into tears.
Everyone wished that it’d have been better if the woman died, but no one dared to admit it openly.
And the ‘n’ sons and their families kept on quarreling over the old woman and her property.
Life becomes hell for everyone.
This is a true story, and I’m sure the story is more or less true for most families, only the number of the family members may vary.
Myself being a Mr-Know-All, I suggested euthanasia for the old woman.
Everyone laughed, but I could read in their faces that they agreed with me inwardly.
But, who’d ask the old woman if she wanted to die?
And who’d perform the euthanasia?