The Republic of Palliative care is a massive, genial nation, renowned for its unlimited-speed roads, zero percent divorce rate, and smutty television. The compassionate, humorless population of 1.503 billion Palliative careans are highly moralistic and fiercely conservative, in the sense that they tend to believe most things should be outlawed. People who have good jobs and work quietly at them are lauded; others are viewed with suspicion.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Public Transport. The average income tax rate is 34.5%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The Palliative carean economy, worth 83.7 trillion NKBS a year, is led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Beef-Based Agriculture, Arms Manufacturing, and Basket Weaving. Black market activity is frequent. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 55,712 NKBS, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

Metal detectors have been banned after a bottle cap caused a riot at the beach, rumor has it that Leader has won three lotteries in a row, the transit system is throwing poor people under the bus, and the bonfire of the old paper records can be seen for miles around Palliative care City. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Palliative care's national animal is the NKB, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Palliative care is ranked 255,055^th in the world and 9,109^th in Balder for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 44.35 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.