Wim Claeys

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She turns 90, my little mama, and she is going blind too. Since she turned 85, she says she is living in a dorm again, in a nursing home. She hasn't lost her sense of humor, but we must know: the sooner she herself becomes part of her collection of death notices, the better. Preferably today rather than tomorrow. Moreover, she repeats her wish at every visit:

‘Can I die, little man?’
And what does the little man do then? He gives her euthanasia as a birthday gift.

Period, comma, new line. Comedy about euthanasia, a subject that is alive.