For both myself and my loved ones, I’d choose B. My families have tended towards that, with life lived until check-out.
My stepmom called me one Saturday afternoon - Dad was two hours late picking her up at the airport, could I go check on him? I think I knew when I got in the car. It was only a ten minute drive over to their house, but by the time I got there I was sure. And running.
There he was, dead on the bathroom floor. Croaked on the crapper. Intense emotional experience for the next few days, but my family does a great wake.
A little tough on the roster, though.
When my stepmom died, it was sudden cardiac arrest (she was ~86) in the night. Once again, intense emotions for the next week, lots of good bonding, yadda, yadda, yadda…
My Mom is 87 and spry as ever. Last year, or maybe the year before, my sister and I bought her a car because hers had crapped out. We got her a little turbocharged Volvo, bright red with alloy wheels, an air dam up front and a big wing on the trunk lid.
Little old lady from Pasadena, right? So I’m driving home from work a few weeks ago and I spot a speedo maniac moving up in traffic quite rapidly. “Hey,” I think, “that’s the same car we bought for Mom!” Guess who?
So, she’s doing OK, perhaps even better than me. But, love her as I do, I know it’s inevitable, and I hope for the Big Whammie in the night.
I’ve had two close friends die of AIDS. While I’ve met others, these were friends that I knew before their HIV infections. Nursing them down to the last day (well, really, night - I have no end of appreciation for the staff at the Diagnostic Clinic of Houston) was far more debilitating to my SO, friends and associates than the sudden deaths of parents were.
This has been an emotionally charged post for me.
Shit, I’m crying.