Still looking forward to dying in a way.
As I've said before, knowing that all this will end is a comforting thought. One day it is certain that you will be just tired of being alive, every day will be a chore and your decrepitude will only increase. It is then that the comforting bit comes in. I have no desire to last for ages. As soon as my quality of life is impaired to a major extent I'll want to be gone.

Then again shot in bed at age 95 by a jealous lover would be good.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Tue 21 Apr 2009, 9:09, Reply)