Here's Hoping for Cosmic Irony No. 512

Please join me in praying that the Pope hangs on; specifically, let us pray that he clings to life but stabilizes in a semi-vegetative state, just conscious enough to comprehend his own misery as he lingers, year after year, trapped inside a useless and atrophied body, cruelly forced to endure breath after hated breath by unthinking machines while tubes pump nutritive goo into his stomach.