Way off the Surreal Scale

Today my mom received last rights.

It's a huge Catholic thing. My sister saw her at lunch and thought she looked really bad so she asked one of the parish priests over. Father C-- (oh dear, I've already forgotten his name!) is a stereotypical Irish Catholic priest. In and out in about 5 minutes. Which is probably a good thing -- didn't give Sister a chance to freak out.

But it was a weird experience and I'm not entirely sure that my brain has fully accepted what I just saw.