Newark, NJ – With the few minutes each day that he’s spared gut wrenching spasms of intolerable pain and emotional anguish, Patrick Miller looks at family photos and listens to old cell phone messages. Last week doctors gave Miller no more than ten days to live and concluded that his final days would be agonizing and wretched. Today Miller grimaces as nurses spoon feed him his favorite pudding (chocolate) and when they have to move him he screams vulgar profanities so loud and heartbreaking that other patients on his floor have begun prayer meetings. “It sounds like The Exorcist movie,” barked Hazel Humphrey who stays in room 219, two doors down from Mr. Miller. “I have visions of his head spinning and priests crawling on the floor around his bed.” She nervously wiped her brow. “Luckily he isn’t a woman. Lord knows he’d be violating himself with religious icons.” “I just wonder sometimes why we can’t just put people to sleep like we do pets,” remarked Don Hinkley Jr. who stays in room 220. “The man is in bad shape. When he starts howling I have to turn my television up as loud as it goes. Then that bag across […]