Jarvis. Tough poo. Dead Moms. No fun.
My mom was a poo, scootered about, we had no time to get food, so I quad damaged her.
For reference, I mixed a mudslide milkshake with four ounces of rum.
This of course backfired. I'd been suggesting a pizza order all day. She ate half a pound of cheddar and then passed out.
I am a VERY HORRIBLE caretaker.
Further reference: When I went to see Iron Man 3 on my birthday, on my own dime, she went and bought a bless'ed scooter off money she got from grandma. Now I've got a hell of a time trying to adult over my own mother. But now she has a bless'ed scooter!