My father died last Thursday. I certainly do believe it was his own decision. He had suffered his second heart attack about a month ago. He had cleared the hospital in a few days and was dispatched by the doctors to a care facility to get his strength back. He had fabulous care -- including a Filipino nurse he liked especially, who reminded him of his time in the Navy in the 1950s. To get him on his feet, she would come by on her rounds, saying, "Bill, you gotta eat! You gotta get better! We gotta go downtown!" Even...