There was an elderly woman in a neighboring hall who reaped her reward for relying on "the friends" to take care of her. She was baptized during the 1950s in Yankee Stadium. She and her husband left their former lives behind and converted while none of their siblings followed suit. They had one special needs child.
By the time I became aware of her, her son and husband had died and she had no JW family members. She had soft-shunned her family as was expected of loyal JWs back then, so there wasn't much of a connection there. As her health deteriorated, she was placed in assisted living. The "friends" got tired of her fast. She'd often be left waiting by the curb side as her designated ride would "forget" to pick her up for the meetings.
After she became too much of a hassle, the elders decided to put her in a proper nursing home and that was pretty much the end of her. All the joy was zapped out of her life. The "friends" rarely dropped by to visit. She only had the "privilege" of calling into the hall to listen to the meetings. Nobody would actually bother to take her to any.
She died alone and severely depressed. Hardly anyone went to her funeral.