Imagine feeling completely one with nature, making your position clear that this is where and how you would like to die. The time comes for you to wrestle with your mortality, you've worked for 30 years to do it with dignity. You've rejected man's system, because you know it's not right for you, and in your final moments it comes for you, steals you away, and forces you back into the machine. This isn't a morally imp…
Have a good think about how that death will actually go down. This isn't falling asleep in a field of flowers. Say you have a stroke. Then follows days, weeks, of confusion and fear as you rot away on the ground. Or say you fall and break a bone. That's weeks of pain as you wait for the infection to kill you. On anywhere other than an island a predator would eventually come along to quicken the inevitable.