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Quickly and preferably without the knowledge that I'm actually dying. I don't need to say goodbye or ponder my life. I don't wait to tell my family and friends that I love them. Hopefully in a way that they can use my organs and burn me up, Scotty.
My family's been complaining that they won't have a place to "visit" me if I get scattered, so I've finally agreed to let them bury a small amount of me in a pine box decorated by my friends and family with Sharpies and acrylic paint. I work for a Hospice program, so I've long since filled out my Five Wishes (living will). My family thinks I'm morbid. But I refuse to be on machines or linger on. And I'd better not be too old, I can't stand the thought of being 90 and a burden on my loved ones, unable to do the things I enjoy!
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Here's how life works: you either get to ask for an apology or you get to shoot people. Not both. House
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Originally Posted by Plan9
Just realize that you're armed with smart but heavily outnumbered.
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The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me. Ayn Rand
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