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no artifical means of life.
no heroic measures
pain meds only
no food no water no vent no respirator no morbid viewing of the body once I'm gone no funeral no burial No morbid fascination with some plaque on the ground that my remaining family feels some strange obsession to visit every christmas and put fake poinsettas upon. No worries that once my family dies, that my body is left to rot lonely in the ground without any visitors or fake poinsettas on Christmas
I want to be high as a kite on Morphine and have my body cremated and ashes sprinkled in the ocean and in my favourite cities (Charleston, Seattle, London, Amsterdam for starters).
Screw this morbid fascination with death and dying. It's a NATURAL PROCESS. It should not be lengthened or extended because of a gross disconnect from reality that some day, I'll get up and rollerskate out of the hospital. Let me go peacefully and naturally and without tubes in every orifice.
Screw that.
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