I fully intend to kill myself eventually. The idea that I should prolong my life past the point where I get dementia, a degenerative disease, or just plain old age where I can't stand up or whipe my ass is repugnant enough that I can't understand people who want me to suffer until doctors finally stop being able to put me back together. Much better to die cheaply with a wonderful cocktail of opiates while watching a…
Same here. I fear the random nature of a heart attack even more. My ideal is almost to take enough water into the woods to starve in the woods. To really stare my death in the face and experience it slowly. Clinging to life in a nursing home is a fate worse than death to me. I am sure this all depends on having kids or not. Being child free gives many more options.
While this may seem like a simple way, it seems like it wastes hundreds of people's time that could be spent helping people who are actually wanting help.