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Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
I've seen six of my relatives die like dogs of cancer. Two things I can say for certain. 1. My death cert will not list cancer as the cause. 2. I won't die in a hospital. Nor will I let my wife. From every relative I've known who's dealt with losing as loved one to it, the proper course is to run things out as Burger advised, and then off yourself when you're too sick.
This also avoids having any waterheads say "It was God's will" at your funeral. Bullshit. The Fates might pick the year. I'll be picking the exact moment. And I have no intent of it being profound. Drunk and in the mindset of "Whatever - I was just another shaved monkey running around the orb for a while... It was a nice ride," is the proper exit platform.
But then, who am I kidding? I'll get run over by a city bus crossing the street drunk...*
*Already been hit by a car pretty solidly once.
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I have you beat. I was hit by an Sf Muni bus, moving slowly as it pulled out from a stop, but I still did a full somersault with a half twist, before walking off only shocked.
And, yes - the only useful thing to come from HST's last 20 years - a lesson on when and how to go. I will neither go gently into that good night.
LessinColonia, Uruguay
