Let's see... I questioned your motives and you responded by calling me a killer. Who started the ad hominem?
As far as your threats go, shove them up far and tight.
I'm on the verge of reversing myself and wishing you the experience up close and personal of having someone longing for release from pain and degredation so that you can look them in they eye with with your arrogance and tell them that life's tough for us all and that they just need to ride it out or some other such crap.
Maybe one day you will be faces with the choice between the pain of the disease that cannot be beaten by man's medicine and the pain of the treatments that make you dread being conscious. Maybe you will be faced ailments that disgust even those that treat you and embarrass you because you cannot even clean yourself. You will have the knowlege that your family will never ever let you shorten your miserable, wretched life by a second, that you will be a disgusting pile of oozing, stinking, rotting flesh that can only move its eyes and whisper groans due to the pain that wracks your body with every breath and every beat of your heart.
If you ever get to the point where you cannot stand the thought of another minute of life, I hope there's someone there to deny you the ability to control your own demise. Out of love, of course.
Fine then, that is the way you want to play, we will play by your rules.
The question then arises as to what drives your fascination and love of death. I have no reason to think that this is true, but an investigation might discover that this is because of your need for corpses to serve as love objects. Should you be one of those who need to embrace those at room temperature, and who love to feel flesh rippling with the motions of maggots underneath the skin, your desire to increase the supply of the dead, to serve your physical needs would be easier to understand.