Not funny or insensitive. I raise cows. They have a good life, and one bad day.

A childhood friend has been in a wheelchair since nineteen, and a few years ago was T-boned by a kid in a pickup out for a last hoorah before deploying for Iraq, so he's in constant pain. Last time I saw him he was wearing several, maybe three or four, Fentanyl patches. I had wicked jet-lag and fell asleep for awhile. He told me when I awoke that had I put one of the patches on my forehead I would not have woken up.

Simple enough.