I love it!
Right up to her last hours (well into her 80s) my mother always kept a sharp mind and a great sense of Nordic humor, especially about getting old and passing. Long before her passing, she knew what she wanted served for food after her funeral.
About 7-8 years before she passed, she put herself into a very ethnic Nordic rest home on the shores of Lake Superior, mostly of old Finns, Norwegians, and Swedes. Hardly anybody, including the help, used English to communicate, although they all spoke English, since most of the help was my age and generation.
As her days got closer to the end, the state-run home was put under private management. The new doctors and dieticians put the patients, including my mother, on restricted salt, fat, and cholesterol diets. My mother, who was usually pretty calm, was absolutely up in arms.
Because of this, my cousins, and other friends and relatives, started bringing her the foods she loved -- laden with fat and salt. Like fatty pork ribs cooked in saurkraut and beer. Sandwiches of smoked (brined in salt) fish and cheese on toast fried in bacon grease -- and then re-heated in the resthome's microwave oven.
Family and friends regularly kidnapped her for trips to places like IHOP, Denny's, and worse.
Yup, nothing like being retired. Somehow, she made it to 86. One aunt made it to 103.
Live life. Love life.