I've thought a lot about this, especially after watching ratbastid's grandparents linger long past the departure of their mental faculties.
I think when I'm ready to die, I'm going to wander off into the woods to die of exposure. I'll wait till early winter. Hypothermia seems like a nice, peaceful way to go. Just drift off to sleep...
I think we are entirely too focused on extending life at all costs. People should be treated like adults and allowed to stay or go as they wish. Clinging tenaciously to the buttocks of life (apologies to Ren and Stimpy) seems like an undignified way to spend one's time.
Having watched my brother die, I thought a lot about what his life would have been like if he'd lived. He had a head injury...would he have been the same? Would he have required constant care? Would he have hated it? It seems to me there are things that are much worse than death.
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