No matter what, this whole thing is forcing us to weed out the cobwebs in our souls; in future we must be clear in how we address our final wishes, and remove the rose-colored glasses we view the politicians we hope speak for us.
My father died a horrific and painful cancer death. His doctors prescribed tylenol-3, which is usually for the pain of a root canal, and even hard to get then, unless you convince the doctor that you have a low threshold of pain.
The powers-that-be are worried that the terminally ill will become addicted to narcotics.
But if he had opted for STARVATION... they'd have given him all the morphine he could handle!