Got a little more info from Lynda about Dad. Seems one of the reasons they went ahead with the colostomy was that Dad kept getting nauseous whenever they tried to feed him through his feeding tube, so they wanted to go ahead with the surgery in hopes that it would help his bowels to function. (Mom never really answered me why they had suddenly decided to do the surgery, because she doesn't fucking ask questions which pisses me off to no end.) They said it should take about two days for things to start functioning normally, but as of today, they haven't.
So today when the doctor comes in, Dad tells him he wants to die.
Now would be a good time to put him on some of those antidepressants, don't you think?