That’s what I wish for.
I want my final coming going out party to be hassle free. To go as planned.
Unfortunately, the Right-to-die bill was recently abandoned in California.
A crying shame and a big mistake! Because no matter what (just like the same sex marriage) this initiative will ultimately prevail.
As you are getting older, once in a while the thought of death crosses your mind.
Death by itself is not scary. It is the circumstances surrounding this event that can make you a little apprehensive.
Life is made of a multitude of small pleasures, but little by little, as you advance in age, these pleasures are slowly taken away from you.
You libido has gone AWOL, you cannot eat or drink what you like anymore, you don’t move as easily as you used to, you cannot drive… you are slowly morphing into a relic.
You become pitifully dependent on other people.
That’s not my cup of tea. By a long shotl.
Comes a day when there is no pleasure left and life becomes absolutely tedious, not worth living. I am not patient enough to put up with this.
That’s why I claim the right to die. On my own terms.
Because whose life is it anyway?
My life is my own (not belonging to my relatives, my doctors or the Church) and I should be able to dispose of it as I see fit.
If one day I get tired of living, I want to have the option to depart of my own free will.
After all, as the song says “it’s my party and I’ll cry die if I want to.”
I don’t want to become something kept artificially alive just for the sake of lasting a few more days, a few more months, or a few more years.
I am not on this earth to beat records.
What counts for me is the quality of life. No quality, no life.
I have always hated long goodbyes. When I make up my mind, I go.
So when I decide to close shop, I want to go quickly.
“I don’t believe in an after life, although I am bringing a change of underwear.”
Woody Allen
I want my final curtain call to be deliberate and well orchestrated.
And by the way, if you don’t agree with this (many regrettably don’t), do not prevent others from doing what they see fit.
I urge the public and especially the lawmakers to reconsider this terrible injustice.
Alain
PS: When I go, I’ll take my cell phone with me. Just in case… even though I am well aware that:
“For days after death hair and fingernails continue to grow, but phone calls taper off.”
Johnny Carson
And I wouldn’t mind funeral strippers either!