Got my new jammies!
I started wearing clothing to bed a few years ago when I realized my health is pretty unstable and I could die in my sleep at any moment (while sleeping, of course). The last thing I want to do is give some poor EMT the memory of my old, wrinkly, alabaster ass.
However, the husband refuses to wear even the lightest shorts to bed. I've visualized this scenario a thousand times. The old guy slips away in the middle of the nite. I won't deal with it like a normal person. I live in a constant state of denial. I will understand that I need to call someone. I will also realize that my husband is naked. I absolutely MUST put some pants on him!
He's a big guy.
I'll grab his loungy shorts and attempt to hoist his ass up while yanking on his shorts. I'll have a heart attack and die face down in his crotch with my hands entwined in the waistband of his shorts.
The EMTs will say, "at least they died happy." No. I died because my husband is stubborn and has no decency. 
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They're huge and have wheels on the bottom so you can roll it right up to the bed, take the top off, flip him into it and presto!, humility is saved.
Side benefit is you'll save the high cost of coffins these days. 
You will no longer worry about how you are discovered.
I'm pretty sure about this.
So you can put this 'worry' out of your kinda weird mind.
(If you don't mind me sayin'.)
