I don't want to end up like my Grandma— bedridden, unable to eat and miserable to still be alive. When I saw her this summer she told me she was "ready for the grave." "This is no way to live," she said. I'm thankful that she finally died.
I think we would all be smart to keep a cyanide tablet around just in case we end up like that. Instead of waiting for who-knows-how-long to finally die, we could take matters into our own hands.