Getting to Room Temperature

My mother was ninety-three and a half and quite healthy when she took a turn for the worse. I accompanied her to the doctor, who asked, What can I do for you, Rose? My mother said, Doctor, I would like to die. Can you help me? The doctor said, No, and dont ask me again. And I thought: I can write a play about this. ------------ This is to tell you how much I enjoyed your wonderful new play. Un...