Overheard in a hospital waiting room

I don’t want anybody there.

Where?

My funeral.  Well, in fact, I won’t be having a funeral, as such.

What do you mean?

Just have me taken to the crematorium.  Just me.  No service.  No religion.  No tea and cakes. Nobody.

Oh.  I’m surprised.  You know a lot of people.  You’re well liked.

No, can’t be doing with it at all.

Well, all right then.  Of course, you were on my list to come to mine, but I quite understand if you don’t want to.

Will you be having a lot of folk to yours then?

I doubt it.  Not many left.

Well, no sense in worrying about it yet.  It’s some way off at least.   

No.  No it isn’t.  Some way off, I mean.

Nonsense!

It’s true.  There comes a time when you just have to accept the inevitable.  And I have.

Can’t they do anything?

They want to try certain things, but I don’t really see the point.   With my allergies and all.  And I can’t have a general anaesthetic.  Better to just accept it.

But they’re bringing out new things all the time! 

Yes …  I suppose.  Accept and hope eh? 

Exactly!

It’s the blood you see.  There’s so much of it. 

Oh.

Still … accept and hope.  Accept and hope.