New level of hell just dropped. The 'graphic designer' that my mom knows who offered to do my dad's obituary card has just turned to ChatGPT for the latest round of edits.

I don't want AI to make my dad's fucking obituary. Like are we fucking for real right now?

She used it for photo editing, and now the image quality is ass and my dad's face looks really weird in the picture.

Like, if I'd know she was gonna pull this after a week of back and forth emailing, I'd have just done it myself from the start.

They put dad under palliative sedation until the end. Theres not much else to be done now. His lungs are shot beyond recovery.

We said our goodbyes. It might still be a day or two before he's actually gone, but he's sleeping now.

Dad's doing really really badly, and I'm so scared for him. He's so deeply unhappy. If they don't find a way to fight this pneumonia, or at least stabilize it, then I don't know how much longer he can bear this.

This kind of situation is exactly what he didn't want to happen.
He's in the hospital instead of at home. He can barely talk, breathe, or move around. He keeps bursting into tears or having these awful bouts of frustration at his inability to do basic tasks. I hate this for him so much.

He's starting to lose hope. Feeling that he might be getting close to the end.