My mom fought like this and died slowly. Dad didn't and died fast. I admire Mr. Hockenberry's courage and my mom's, because I'm pretty sure I don't have it. It's easier for me to face death than that injection. I guess I take after dad. I plan to rage against the dying of the light, and then fold.

If you can make that joke about your spinal tap going to eleven, you are a tough motherfucker.