[floatr][/floatr]Last night I was watching the Discovery Channel and a show came on called The 800LB Man or something another. It was a really good story about a mid-thirties male who weighed over 700LBs and had to be admitted to a long term care facility because he couldn't even get out of bed. It was a really good story. It showed the guy being a 100LB preschooler, all the way to his wedding day when he weighed 500LBs. It seriously made me rethink the apple pie we had baking in the oven. The guy had been bedridden since his first year of marriage, and had spent the last few years incapable of even the basic motor skills.
Although I could never understand what difficulties of being in such a situation might cause. How does one continue to gain weight if you can't get to food? Someone has to bring it to you? In the end, the guy died. His wife was upset that he'd left her so soon. I would imagine anger would be an applicable emotion. BUT.... who brought him the food? Shouldn't you feel a little guilty about stuffing your husband with 20 Big Macs a meal, and leaving a hotplate next to the bed so he can cook in the bed?
Lady You Murdered your Husband.
Which brings us to the most important question. How do you cremate someone that doesn't fit into the cremation chamber? Do you chop him up first? Break the bones and shove? It's just one of those things that make you go Hmmm???