I've been smoking for 45 years and my Doctor keeps telling me that I need to quit. My response to her is, "Doc, I want to be the one who controls what I die from and I sure hate the idea of being disabled, laying in a bed in a rest home and dying from boredom."
Selfishly, I do hope that I die before my wife does because she is what makes me smile. Her cooking beats the best restaurants in town and she certainly does more for me than any nurse or hired hand could do.
Ideally we'll die together from a lightning strike.
