Because, really? She’s lip-dubbing but with her actual voice? How is this at all comforting? Or entertaining? This is how one wants to go out chasing the light? To the braying heehaw of a heehawing donkey? I guess it would make you run faster.
Today at the hospital, I’m singing the full repertoire of Frank Sinatra songs to my Grandmother. Let it be known: I am a terrible singer.
I ran out of Sinatra songs. Now have launched into The Music Man. “Sevety-six trombones in the big parade!”
Lord, I can only imagine the family dynamic in that room right now. I want to imagine constant collective eye-rolling. But something is telling me these weirdos are singing along. Otherwise it’s a 31-yr-old no-talent hack giving a private, unrehearsed concert to someone’s death bed.
Think about that. . .