It was the fanciest Kevorkian clinic anywhere on Swiss soil.
The cost to pull the plug still staggered him.
The kids gathered, dutifully ringing the death bed.
Staring blankly or busy doing inheritance math?
The needle began its desired effect.
“Any last words, Pop? Regrets?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Are you sure?”
He considered.
“Wait!”
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