Officially, it’s Annointing of the Sick and isn’t reserved for those only on their death bed. She dialed the number wrong and got some random dude. It went something like this:

Mom: “Father, I’m having surgery tomorrow. Can I come down to church for confession and Last Rites?”

Rando: “I don’t think it’ll do you any good since I’m not a priest.”

Mom: “I guess I got the wrong number. Sorry.”

Rando: “Yep, good luck tomorrow though.”

She got a laugh out of it. I’m glad the guy was nice.