How would you like to die?
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Well having a mother with Alzheimer's who has degenerated to the point where she doesn't have a clue who I am (and there were big issues between us that I will sadly never be able to square away with her) - if I had a choice, then it'd merely be that I actually *get* the choice.
In other words, that *I* choose when and how to die, and not someone else, or my mental faculties degenerate to the point that I'm incapable of making my own decisions.
If dementia sets in early with me, given how much importance I place on my intellect (it's the only thing I've got, I'm no sex symbol or athlete), then I'd much rather seize the opportunity to finish it at *my* command rather than finally conking out after spending years drooling in a care home, upsetting anyone and everyone who ever cared about me.
I'd probably put on a nice fire, put on a playlist of favourite tunes, drink a bottle of an old Dom Perignon, and then take a cocktail of nice drugs that are chosen carefully to give me a few hours of euphoria before unconsciousness and death.
Being able to choose is the biggest thing, having control of your own destiny until the end, even if the end is death. Having it dragged out to the bitter end - no thanks.
I was going to apologise for taking the question seriously, given the comedy channel have invaded the thread, but the OP appeared to ask quite a serious question with heavy undertones, so I thought an honest reply rather than a throwaway one-liner would be more appropriate...
In other words, that *I* choose when and how to die, and not someone else, or my mental faculties degenerate to the point that I'm incapable of making my own decisions.
If dementia sets in early with me, given how much importance I place on my intellect (it's the only thing I've got, I'm no sex symbol or athlete), then I'd much rather seize the opportunity to finish it at *my* command rather than finally conking out after spending years drooling in a care home, upsetting anyone and everyone who ever cared about me.
I'd probably put on a nice fire, put on a playlist of favourite tunes, drink a bottle of an old Dom Perignon, and then take a cocktail of nice drugs that are chosen carefully to give me a few hours of euphoria before unconsciousness and death.
Being able to choose is the biggest thing, having control of your own destiny until the end, even if the end is death. Having it dragged out to the bitter end - no thanks.
I was going to apologise for taking the question seriously, given the comedy channel have invaded the thread, but the OP appeared to ask quite a serious question with heavy undertones, so I thought an honest reply rather than a throwaway one-liner would be more appropriate...
If we are going down the serious answer route then truthfully I don't know what to say. I don't want to die, like I guess most of us, I know its coming one way or another just when and where.
The assisted suicide thing has its attractions, but could you lay there and just go "show me the pillow/mega sedative/rat poison/whatever for I am ready to meet my maker"?
The problem I have with this is that you will miss life, for all its nastiness. After my father died rather unexpectedly I thought about the whole death thing and the conclusion I reached was that it was not for me - in that two days after I had buried my dad their was a glorious sun rise, I was standing in my kitchen alone, the sun was rising in the sky, the sky was blue, birds were landing in the garden to feed and it was a beautiful thing and the thought of never seeing that again was horrible.
Being a kid of the 80's I was brought up convinced that my last vision would be a flash and a mushroom cloud as the soviets picked off the UK before moving on to destroy the US. Options were thin, you either went with the bomb, or managed to grab a sporty coupe, a sawn off shotgun, and some dog food, place spikes all over your V8 and wandered the M25 in a nomadic fashion...it was all rather tough stuff. As it happens we didn't go "atomic" so now what? I don't have aspirations to live forever and owing to a high alcohol and rich food intake will not have that opportunity. I don't want to be a weight on the shoulders of my kith and kin and don't want to lay in hospital for months in agony until they allow me morphine so some form of suicide seems to be the only option. Just when and will I lay there thinking "bet the weather is nice tomorrow, now about that sun rise..."
The assisted suicide thing has its attractions, but could you lay there and just go "show me the pillow/mega sedative/rat poison/whatever for I am ready to meet my maker"?
The problem I have with this is that you will miss life, for all its nastiness. After my father died rather unexpectedly I thought about the whole death thing and the conclusion I reached was that it was not for me - in that two days after I had buried my dad their was a glorious sun rise, I was standing in my kitchen alone, the sun was rising in the sky, the sky was blue, birds were landing in the garden to feed and it was a beautiful thing and the thought of never seeing that again was horrible.
Being a kid of the 80's I was brought up convinced that my last vision would be a flash and a mushroom cloud as the soviets picked off the UK before moving on to destroy the US. Options were thin, you either went with the bomb, or managed to grab a sporty coupe, a sawn off shotgun, and some dog food, place spikes all over your V8 and wandered the M25 in a nomadic fashion...it was all rather tough stuff. As it happens we didn't go "atomic" so now what? I don't have aspirations to live forever and owing to a high alcohol and rich food intake will not have that opportunity. I don't want to be a weight on the shoulders of my kith and kin and don't want to lay in hospital for months in agony until they allow me morphine so some form of suicide seems to be the only option. Just when and will I lay there thinking "bet the weather is nice tomorrow, now about that sun rise..."
Elderly having enjoyed life peacefully in my sleep.
Recently in the local news we had a 105 yr old who was still quite sprightly considering, had had quite a life by all accounts.
Sadly a week or so ago she had a fall broke her hip. She had an op on it but succumbed to pneumonia, I think that's quite sad to end up having to go through all that trauma for your last couple of weeks.
Recently in the local news we had a 105 yr old who was still quite sprightly considering, had had quite a life by all accounts.
Sadly a week or so ago she had a fall broke her hip. She had an op on it but succumbed to pneumonia, I think that's quite sad to end up having to go through all that trauma for your last couple of weeks.
Ganglandboss said:
Mobile Chicane said:
Shagging Daniel Craig on the bonnet of my GT3 RS.
I've got a fake Omega Seamaster, a pair of Persol 2720s and a replica Walther PPK if that's close enough for you? 
Jasandjules said:
In my sleep in my 101st year will do me. I'll just wake up the next day dead................
One of my nans went aged 88, been on a trip with the local old foks, got back to the house about 4:30, found dead from a major heart attack at 5:00. That I could cope with,Spending months on a death bed is not for me.
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