Seems like every time you turn around, they’re carting somebody else out to die. Somebody takes a stroke or a heart attack, they carry them on up to the hospital to die, or over next door to the Memorial Home. As a general rule, they don’t like anybody dying here. Me, I’m planning on getting out of here on my own two feet. They call this place the Darius Litch House, not Home, which ought to give you a clue...
