My dad died with Parkinsons, and eating chocolate ice cream was one of the few pleasures that he clung to - right til the end. He insisted on feeding himself, which was messy and time-consuming, and scary as his swallowing reflex was off. But feeding himself was a dignity that he eventually had to let go of. In the rehab, I often fed him, by spoon: Feeding my dad like a baby - (like he had done with me.) When I ate with him at the rehab, the kitchen honored my request to also puree MY food. I'll never forget, following the big stroke, I sat by his hospital bed and he motioned over and over again like he was feeding himself ice cream - but there was nothing there. Dad was gone.

Dear Anon - I am sorry if my caption was in any way hurtful to you. I am myself classed as severely disabled and have experienced mickey taking that has been funny and good for my spirit, but I have also been on the end of real negative stuff. Although I know my own motives are okay, my hands are up and I understand there is an element of bad taste in my caption, no excuses.

Thank you for your sincere, and humble response! I believe that your intention in writing that caption was probably very good: to play, to bring a smile. Thank you for that, and for your kind reply.

NOW, that Mario Brother's image needs some more captions. Let's hit it!