My uncle, a solitary man in an out of homelessness his whole life, but who in his 60s had finally gotten his act together. With age typically comes at least some wisdom.

He thought he had pneumonia, and goes into the hospital. They test him for covid, and he pops positive. Nobody was there to run interference, and before long he was on a ventilator.

I get the phone call from the hospital as the emergency contact, with some officious bureaucrat pressuring me like a used car salesmen to let them to allow them to pull the plug. Apparently, his organs were shutting down, and there was no chance of recovery. The only way that happens is with Remdesivir.

Poor bastard, never stood a chance.