Here's a story that hasn't gotten any media attention: a Brooklyn woman is attempting to remove the feeding tube of her portly but not-quite vegetative husband. Those efforts have been thwarted by the man's insistence that he leave the apartment each day to go to work. Even after joining forces with her adult married daughter, the woman has made very little progress in starving her husband.

Said the man: "These fuckin' women seem to forget that behind this couch is about seven tons of pretzel sticks and Tootsie Rolls. I'll outlive all of 'em."

Outside the isolation of his living room the effort quietly continues.