Harry,
The more I think about it, I don't think you were trying to play a scare card. This is just an issue that concerns me deeply. As I get older I suspect it will concern me even more. Hopefully I will be in a position do to something about it on my own terms. Depending on my circumstances, as I approach the end of my useful life, I would like to have the option of being able to invite all my best friends over to my abode, and perhaps a few irritating foes as well, for one last get-together. It should be party. There I would like to casually and perhaps with some humor give out a few of my most cherished possessions to the appropriate. I hope someone asks me, "Steve, can I have your bike?" It should be a happy feast of remembrance with some nice music playing in the background. Then, on my signal, I want the "cup barer" to bring the potion over to me. By law he or she will be required to warn me "If you drink this potion you will die." I'll take the potion and I will drink it. Then, I'll lay back listening to soft music... maybe a little Beethoven... or maybe Enya, while holding hands with loved ones. Time to die. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOW4QiOD-oc But in the meantime, just so most Vorts don't end up with the impression I'm romanticizing the process a tad too much, the following clip best expresses my current attitude about dying. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPatfgoNBRo Regards, Steven Vincent Johnson svjart.orionworks.com zazzle.com/orionworks
