As the heat and humidity have risen the number of weddings have steadily declined, only a solitary invitation now graces my desk. Deaths however continue apace,
In this the year of my sixty fifth birthday, death is much on my mind. My father's sixty fifth was bracketed by death, first my mothers and then his own, I wonder if I will emulate them?
Death itself holds no terrors, being a lifelong aethiest I have no fear of being forced to play a harp.The manner of it causes rather more concern. I would hope to bow out in the same way as my mother, a massive coronary, all over in seconds, and would hate to suffer the months of slow, inexorable, decline that marked my father's last months.
As the clock ticks on towards May thirtieth, I will continue to wonder just when I will become another expat statistic to be commented on by that inveterate ambulance chaser GavinMac.

Well you could always buy some alleged 'cocaine' from a tu tuk driver. Quick & easy, as we read on these pages nearly daily.

wackyjacky wrote:Well you could always buy some alleged 'cocaine' from a tu tuk driver. Quick & easy, as we read on these pages nearly daily.

I've no intention of seeking death, it will come in its own good time.

"would hate to suffer the months of slow, inexorable, decline that marked my father's last months." Even if this were your fate ? I'd be off to the tuk tuk guy.

I'm curious why you wouldn't want to choose the terms of your death? Sincere question, as I've thought about this a lot. My mother died of cancer and while she didn't fight it, she refused to take her own life (she lived in Oregon, where terminally ill are allowed doctor assisted euthanasia). Her reasons were religious. As a fellow atheist, I've always felt that if I was terminally ill, I would take my own life. It just seems to come with the territory, as in I own my life. Who else should decide when it ends? Anyway, not trying to argue; this is obviously up to the individual, just curious about your reasoning.

wackyjacky wrote:"would hate to suffer the months of slow, inexorable, decline that marked my father's last months." Even if this were your fate ? I'd be off to the tuk tuk guy.

If you wanted smething that would kill you, the tuk tuk guy would no doubt provide something that would fail dismally to achieve the desired result.

MekongMouse wrote:I'm curious why you wouldn't want to choose the terms of your death? Sincere question, as I've thought about this a lot. My mother died of cancer and while she didn't fight it, she refused to take her own life (she lived in Oregon, where terminally ill are allowed doctor assisted euthanasia). Her reasons were religious. As a fellow atheist, I've always felt that if I was terminally ill, I would take my own life. It just seems to come with the territory, as in I own my life. Who else should decide when it ends? Anyway, not trying to argue; this is obviously up to the individual, just curious about your reasoning.

Ruling out the heroin overdose route does not mean I wouldn't consider euthanasia, if I felt that my facalties had declined to such an extent that I was merely a burden on those around me.

Ah, that makes sense.

takeoman wrote:

wackyjacky wrote:"would hate to suffer the months of slow, inexorable, decline that marked my father's last months." Even if this were your fate ? I'd be off to the tuk tuk guy.

If you wanted smething that would kill you, the tuk tuk guy would no doubt provide something that would fail dismally to achieve the desired result.

Then you just went to the wrong tuk tuk guy. The shit's so strong here that street crap even kills died in the wool junkies