In a recent interview for New York Magazine, Aaron Sorkin was asked what he would like to see appear in the as-yet unwritten pages of the book of his life. His reply was short and sweet: "I hope whatever it is, it contains the words 'in his sleep.'"
My father was lucky enough to die during his afternoon nap. As my mother noted, "He even got lunch!" After enjoying nearly 15 good years in an assisted living community, my mother was transferred to the facility's Alzheimer's unit where she spent her remaining time in a mental fog.
My parents, however, were not the kind of people who, like Sarah Palin, worried about death panels. They had long ago laid out plans for their cremation. In fact, when they took a trip to New Zealand and Australia nearly 30 years ago, my father told me that if he died during the trip there was no need to fly his body home. "Just tell them to burn me up and leave me there," he insisted.
My father and I celebrating my graduation from
junior high school nearly 50 years ago
Not everyone is that rational or approaches death through such a clinical lens. Just as some people refuse to believe in the value of family planning, others refuse to believe in estate planning. Whether they have been life-long procrastinators or simply don't want to be bothered by having to make so many end-of-life decisions, they often leave their children in a state of anxiety over when to step in, what to do, and whose wishes should be followed.
In recent years, a great deal of attention has been focused on the Mormon practice of trying to baptize dead Jews without anyone's consent. Conservatives who have spent their lives accusing gay men of trying to recruit little children into their lifestyle apparently have no shame about indulging in this appalling form of necrophilic religious vampirism.
Religious fervor makes people do really strange things.
Ask any senior citizen where they want to die and they will probably be adamant about not wanting to end up in a nursing home. But for those who are indigent, incompetent, or without family, a nursing home is sometimes the last stop on life's journey.
Simply put: Life's a bitch, and then you die.
At the 1988 Republican National Convention, George W. Bush was asked by a Hartford Courant reporter about what he and his father liked to talk about when they weren't discussing politics. With a self-satisfied smirk millions would learn to loathe, he replied, "Pussy."
If ever you thought of Dubya as a coward for going absent without leave from the Texas Air National Guard, rest assured he would have been quaking in his boots if confronted by one of the lead characters in Cloudburst, Thom Fitzgerald's raunchy dramedy about two old lesbians who have spent 31 years together.
At 80, Stella (Olympia Dukakis) is a man-hating, rowdy old bull dyke who, although hard of hearing, doesn't suffer fools gladly. Even in her tamer moments, Stella's vocabulary could make a sailor blush.
One night, as Stella is tickling her legally blind lover, Dot (Brenda Fricker) falls out of bed and injures herself. Dot's naive but well-intentioned granddaughter, Molly (Kristin Booth), sees this as the perfect excuse to move Dot out of her cozy home in a quiet seaside town in Maine and send her to live in an assisted care facility.
Olympia Dukakis and Brenda Fricker in Cloudburst
Since Stella has always handled the couple's affairs, Molly tries to pull a fast one on her grandmother by convincing Dot to sign a power of attorney (which Molly then uses to access Dot's banking account). When Stella comes home to an empty house, not only does the shit hit the fan, she has a few choice words for her granddaughter's husband, Tommy (Michael McPhee).
Furious at Dot's unexpected transfer to a nursing home, Stella sneaks into the facility late at night. The two lovers decide that their only option is to sneak across the Canadian border and get married in a church in Nova Scotia. As Thom Fitzgerald proudly boasts: "I wrote the first geriatric lesbian roadtrip stageplay that had a teabagging scene for a blind lesbian!"
As Stella and Dot head for the border, they pick up a young hitchhiker (Ryan Doucette) who is hoping to visit his sick mother in Nova Scotia. But when they finally make it to the farm run by Prentice's strict and religious parents, Prentice learns that Ynez (Marlane O'Brien) may not really be dying of cancer and Craig (Randy Boliver) may just be an intolerant bastard who's not used to finding a fat, blind lesbian in his bed.
Cloudburst takes lots of unexpected twists and turns which challenge authority, redefine family, and gives seniors an undeniable sexuality. While Fitzgerald's film will often surprise audiences, Dukakis and Fricker make a wonderful team with young Ryan Doucette providing a perfect foil for their antics. Here's the trailer:
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