This past April my uncle in terminal condition due to Prostate Cancer was in nursing care counting down the days until death. At first a week out from him expiring, he was left bedridden fast asleep with the television blaring at full volume with nobody bothering lowering the volume or simply turning it off. The meals left for him or somebody else to spoon-feed him were nothing more but corner store peel-top processed items, such as apple sauce and milk. When he slightly woke up uncomfortable needing flipping over, the nurse needed to be paged well over five times before anybody showed up. The page came after being asked that many times to repetitively page over and over again. On his second to last day, his corpse of a body was found lying on a reclined bed facing the 42" flat panel with some random cooking show on air. With only a blanket slightly covering one of his sides, the nurses were in the back counting down the minutes before their smoke break.