On my grandmother's deathbed, she was doped up and delirious and began to mumble some stuff so my mother tried to rearrange her legs to make her more comfortable. She kept asking "are you hot, mom?" "Can I move your legs mom?" and abruptly out of her delirium my grandmother yelled, "NO, goddammit, I said get me some water, I'm dryer than a popcorn fart!"
It was comforting to know there was still some of her in there...