A friend of a friend is sick. Dying. Body riddled with cancer. Months to live.
He’s not young, but not old, and by all accounts he’s a good guy. He’s told people that he wants to hear now, whatever they were planning to say after he was gone.
He’s a religious man. His whole family are. Their faith must be consoling them.
But it must be a horrible thing to deal with.
I’m not sure I’d want to know.
No, on second thoughts, I would want to know. I wouldn’t want to waste my last days/weeks/months of time on Earth.