It’s a good day to die, Nell thought.
At 100, she was tired. Family and friends had passed long ago. From her bed, Nell waited for visits from dead relatives, like she’d seen in movies. None came.
“Ready to go?” Kate, Nell’s long-time nurse, whispered as she entered the room.
It was Walmart Wednesday.
“I ain’t goin’ anywhere today,” Nell sighed.
“Nonsense,” Kate said, smiling gently and lovingly, taking Nell’s hand.
Nell took her last breath.
“I’m glad she passed when she did,” Nell’s doctor told his assistant. “I didn’t want to tell her Kate died in a car accident yesterday.”