While in palliative care Jenny was put on morphine to ensure a painless passing. The nurses referred to it as ‘comfortzorg’ or ‘comfort care’. From that moment on the family got irreparably divided into two camps: those in favor and those against the morphine. And, ultimately, those in favor and those against the imminent death. The arguments raged on, with Jenny as the unfortunate audience of a show she was forced to endure. Her words were taken out of context, recorded and played back at nauseum by one camp. While the other camp pushed its agenda with gentle innuendos. Although we will never really know what she actually wanted, one thing was for certain: her body had thrown in the towel. All the good will in the world, being it her own or that of others, could not have saved her. What hurt was her acute awareness of her physical end combined with her frustrated desire to keep on living. The morphine was for both of those.