I have been relieved of the necessity of commenting on the Terry Schiavo case by Christopher Hitchens, than whom no one has or could write a more viciously hilarious summing up. The opening paragraph of Easter Charade, his article in Slate, is classic Hitchens:
The immediate crisis has apparently passed. But all through Easter Sunday, one had to be alert to the possibility that, at any moment, the late and long-dead Terri Schiavo would receive the stigmata on both palms and both feet and be wafted across the Florida strait, borne up by wonder-working dolphins, to be united in eternal bliss with the man-child Elián González.