This person was going to die soon anyway. They'd only live with the disappointment of their last ride to hospice for a few weeks/months anyway.
What difference does it really make, to be lonely for a few weeks at the end of your life vs having one moment of joy?
I'm sure this person suffered and was lonely on their way out anyway. I doubt that cab ride meant much as they were struggling to breath at the end.
Aside from which, why do we think it matters more what happens at the end of a person's life? Either it all matters or none of it does, and these days I'm inclined toward the latter, in case you haven't already gathered that.
This person was going to die soon anyway. They'd only live with the disappointment of their last ride to hospice for a few weeks/months anyway.
What difference does it really make, to be lonely for a few weeks at the end of your life vs having one moment of joy?
I'm sure this person suffered and was lonely on their way out anyway. I doubt that cab ride meant much as they were struggling to breath at the end.
Aside from which, why do we think it matters more what happens at the end of a person's life? Either it all matters or none of it does, and these days I'm inclined toward the latter, in case you haven't already gathered that.