I will tell you another one.
After he had a terrible stroke at 90 he still lived another year. He couldn’t use his entire right side, speak more than a few words one at a time, or do anything without his nurses.
He still was allowed to be placed in a chair and read his newspaper. He fell out and was taken to the emergency room and patched up from the bleeding and bruises. Three weeks later he had it happen again as he reached for something with his one good arm. His nurse found him bleeding on the floor again and said, “oh dear boy, you’ve done it bad this time.”
Laying there he said, one slow word at a time, “You...”
“...have...”
“...got...”
“...to get...”
“...softer...”
“...FLOORS!”
I’ll see if I can top that one:
My aunt lived to 96 and spent her last years in a retirement home. She was sitting at a table playing cards with some other people when she suffered a brief TIA stroke. She “came to” a couple minutes later and resumed playing cards. After the truth came out what happened, some shocked person asked her why she didn’t say anything. My aunt replied very matter-of-factly, “Why? I knew I was holding a winning hand”.