Waking the Living

I've been asked about my Aunt's wake. It's on Sunday.

She's decided to celebrate her 77th birthday by holding her wake. She also has cancer.

While I'm all in favor of having the kind of party thats hard to survive (eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow...), treating it as your wake is even more morbid than me.

I guess, deep down, that I'm a fighter. If I care enough about it, I'll fight.

Usually I fight dirty, but that's another story.

How can you get someone to fight for their life?