The Dying Dentist

      After sixty years of complete independence Edgar Boregard entered into a state of complete dependence. He had spent most of his adult life working as a dentists in New York. He pulled more teeth and cause more pain than anyone he knew. Now it was his turn.
     His family had recently moved him out of his house, an stuck him in a small dreary apartment at Ebonezer's Assisted Living facility. There was really nothing wrong with his apartment. There was enough space to live, and all of Edgar Boregard's needs were tended to. However, the facility Edgar now lived in revealed a truth to Edgar that he had long tried to ignore; he was going to die.
     In the last ten years he had been plagued by a series of physical and psychological problems. He couldn't function at work, and might pull out a wrong tooth or two. He went to the grocery store again and again even though he was well provisioned.
     He had tried to ignore the corruption of his body and mind, but in the past year he had encountered situations, which put him through too much anguish. At times he would forget that his wife Pam was dead, and he would search for her, but then he would realize she was dead, only to forget all over again.
     His family also lamented the strain. They dealt with all of the problems and little messes he caused. He called them over 10 times a day, and every evening he would try to start a fire, but wind up scorching the floor.
     "It was too much," his family told him. And now here he lay in the cold, dull, lifeless room where he knew he would die.