This disabled American vet is proud and happy to pile on your righteous Zottage. I have an end of life directive - it directs that I shall be kept alive regardless of how much pain I endure or how dependent I am on the talents of healers and the resources of medical science to sustain me. I'll die when our Creator is ready for me to die and not a nanosecond earlier.
Thanks for the ping, 50mm!
Etiam non princeps sed usque ad genua, Principis Pacis!