Some people have strange ways of fulfilling the last wishes of the dying – milk, sand and even gold. So, how about the dying wish of a man who will soon be nothing but a handful of ash?
AN aunt is dying. My late mother’s sister, now into her 90s, is bedridden and very ill. She doesn’t recognise most people around her and is unable to talk.
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