I am not a doctor. (but I played one once with someone who wasn't a nurse)When the brain is becoming non-functional due to drug orientated strokes,clots,decreased synaptical response,hemmoraging,or what ever it loses its' ability to oversee the automatic care it has provided all those years.The girls' left or right side also was becoming numb and paralyzed.It was a nightmare to hear about and a nightmare to remember.Besides being deathly traumatic for the girl,doctors could do nothing but watch her deteriorate.That made them feel terribly helpless in the aftermath of such a wasteful happening.Their lives were saturated with helping people and this time one could only watch as another wasted away quickly and horribly.I drive trucks for a living.I have some control in my job.I get to steer and accelerate and roll down the windows or turn on the radio.They had no choice.She had no more choices left.Her familys' only valid option was to start grieving.That and try to sue the doctor who had her admitted to the hospital as though it might bring her back.The validity of this story can only be relied on by my having told it truthfully.The man who admitted her to the hospital was my father.He cried and was in moral anguish at not being able to do something.I'd never seen him like that.That was when it was revealed to me the nature of the event and the coorboration of the story I heard at the seed.Shelly,Charley,Darlene,Libby-they were all there.I'm sure it's got a mark on their hearts also.AS far as the punch bowl being just thc,could have been a mess of acid tabs dissolved in there also.Stryctnine was used for effect and enhancement.I remember the acid in the late 60's and the numbness it produced.Times that by a hundred or so....I'm outa here