Now imagine the whole world cheering on the cancer cells, or the neural plaques that slowly, inexorably are stealing your loved one's mind, body, and soul. Everyone you meet, cheering. Turn to any channel, news or otherwise... cheering. Rooting for the cancer that is devastating a life and everyone it has ever touched. Not even because they hate your Dad or Uncle, or Grandma, they just love cancer, love disease.
You wait, probably in vain, because you know this is the last day. The graphs on the monitors went flat months ago, yet the body still sometimes quivered, sometimes gasped or rolled its eyes, and you hung on every movement as if it were a sign of life when you knew it could no longer be. All that is left is the small, quiet ritual of pulling the plug... except this time millions are watching, and cheering it on, and all you can ask is "what did we ever do to you, to deserve this?"
Keep a watch on Billy today, he seems to be handling it better than I am, almost, ironically, "live-blogging" a death... no, an execution.