Now for something serious.

My mom had Parkinson’s the exact opposite she was sharp as a tack brain firing on all cylinders she just couldn’t control her motor actions. Near the end she couldn’t make it to washroom without help couldn’t feed herself. But to talk to her was like she was when she lived at home by herself. Can’t imagine what that would be like able to think and process and no body control to do anything. Use to pray my dad would come get his bride and he did suffering over now.
That's would be a bad way to go as well Ahoey. It was a blessing in disguise. Sorry for your loss my friend. My mom was in the early stages of dementia and pneumonia took her before it got too bad. She was slowly sinking. My dad died of a massive heart attack at 67 so fortunately he didn't have to go through stuff like that.