main characters dying in exquisitely beautiful places.
I can't tell you any specifics about the plots or the people or their respective raisons de morte,
but I can tell you that the views they enjoyed while expiring were pretty wonderful.
And another movie about a young man dying of aids...cared for by his loving companion.
Both of them, sadly and resignedly gazing out over a breath-taking expanse
In the last movie, a pale and wistful Susan Sarandon spent a good amount of time
(requisite throw in lap, of course) 
sitting stream side,
enjoying its babbling sounds and the gentle wind blowing through the gilded canopy of towering trees.
Ahhhh.
So I told L'il Sis that
though I wasn't ready to use it any time soon,
I too wanted to own an exquisitely beautiful place to die.
Hmmm.
She asked me why my own garden didn't serve the purpose, and I told her (acknowledging the back-handed compliment),
that, indeed, it was beautiful. But not reliably so. And it required way too much effort on my part to make it that way. (I am just guessing here, but I think that effort stuff will be in fairly short supply near the end.)
She then said it was funny that I should bring UP the topic, because that very week (during one of my mom's stays at L'il Sis' house), our mother confided
that L'il Sis' sunroom was so beautiful and peaceful,
she could just DIE there.
My sister agreed, and said that she, too, had thought of that (so fond of her sunroom is she). In fact, a male friend of hers had seconded the idea...
at which point L'il Sis had an idea of her own.
Maybe she could rent out space to all of those who would like to make their last passage on her very peaceful porch.
(My best 'Salida Sal' expression. Just practicing.)
As our conversation continued about her idea, she asked me what I thought of this business
plan.
Ever the romantic
