Rewinding the entire life, during my last breaths

Hospital bed.

My lungs are throwing a fit. Geeta whispers, "Hang in there, honey. My Dad's supposed to call anytime. He needs your advice. His piles flared up again..."

I start to gasp, and look away...

"Be nice to Dad. Let him take your new designer undies, at least now?" my wife continues. "He's been asking you all these months."

"You know Dad loves you, don't you?..."

I rewind to many years ago. To one afternoon when Dad and I were alone at home, and to many such subsequent afternoons... My crotch freezes.

Geeta shakes me up. "Where are you lost? Listen, give Dad your stuff. I swear it would fit him just fine. Sis says you and Dad have the same size."

I stay quiet...
I know Dad and I have the same size...
I know how Sis knows that...

My lungs stop. I can't breathe. I am happy I am going. It's getting over, finally.

But Geeta dangles an oxygen mask. "Die another day, honey. We never tried Roleplay 81B from that book Animal Sex. Ok, quick. What would you wanna be – the tiger or the deer?"