I am about to kill my mother. The agent is a stone-cold murderer, but she feels desperately sorry for the official, whose attempts to help his wife kill herself with morphine have left her in a gasping, not-dead limbo. So Keri Russell finishes the job by shoving a paintbrush down the woman’s throat and holding a plastic bag over her head. Right now my mother is in bed across the hall, in the endgame of Stage 4 lung cancer. An unsentimental, practical person, she has for many years been preparing for the moment when death would become more alluring than life.

Source: New York Times August 31, 2018 21:45 UTC