While I don’t want to share too much with the d-bags who read Kansas City blogs I will reveal that I had the pleasure of recently visiting Kansas City Hospice House during this gloomy spate of gray weather. And I had the even greater pleasure of walking out of the place upright after spending only a few hours there.
While the up-to-date, trendy, super cool folks who check out KCC for all things current and entertaining in this cowtown may not want to think about the (hopefully) sweet hereafter, I have to say I was thoroughly impressed by their digs. Even though I was fortunate enough to just be visiting a friend, I must say that the accommodations are excellent.
A quick review:
First of all, the place didn’t smell like pee and that is important for anyone who has even spent any time in one of Heaven’s many area waiting rooms. I know my standards might be too low on this one but a nice fresh scent is important for visitors who know that the end of life turns us all into human crap factories. The place doesn’t seem like a hospital and actually has a bit of a home-like feel. There’s a non-denominational chapel at the center of things and the snobbier folks shuffling off this mortal coil might appreciate the high ceilings. All of the rooms are single occupancy, and I can safely say the buddy I was visiting has never resided in a nicer place.
At the very least, it’s nice to go out on a high note.
Again, I’m not really looking for sympathy on this one, given the fact I’d happily dance on the graves of most of my political adversaries and their loved ones. I just think it’s important to offer a clear picture of the accommodations for folks on their way out . . . And without going all “Sylvia Plath” it’s important for most adults to realize that we’re all on our way out. Still, even those of use who die in a hospital bed surrounded by loved ones should be at least a little bit thankful that our end scene isn’t the cold streets of this town’s Eastside. One of the few things I like about people from Kansas City is that we’re all well aware that things can always get worse.
On a final note, followers of Eastern religions might also be a tad encouraged by the layout of the establishment, given that it’s a bit circular. I almost got lost on the way out of the place and the only drawback I noted was that some of the doors seemed like those of corporate hotels wherein everything kinda looks the same.
All things considered, I rank Kansas City Hospice House as a top notch place to stay on the way to the great beyond and a nice place to visit for those of us not yet walking the plank toward eternity. It’s supported by folks throughout the area and readers with a few extra coin might want to consider a donation.