How considerate of you to force my wife and kids to remember me, not by how I lived but how I died, i.e., a red spot at the base of a tall building, splayed out in the bathroom with blood splattered all over with my wrists slit, my brains blown all over from a .38 slug. How considerate of you to deny my ability to simply talk with my doctor and get a little pill that would let me fall asleep and never wake up. I thought conservatives were against government intrusion in personal decisions. Sorry, if I’m to a point where I am a few days or weeks of pain away from oblivion, no one should be able to tell me I can’t simply slip away with my dignity intact.
You’re welcome.