The paperwork used to be called “Getting your affairs in order”, and was suggested to anyone with a terminal (in the short term) condition.
See a local lawyer to set up a corporation and issue stock to whoever you trust. Make sure that the stock has right of survival, or whatever - that is what you pay a lawyer to know.
Send a snail-mail to the recipient “By the time you read this…”.
Enroll in a burn-and-scatter or prepaid service (optional) and burial.
The snail mail contains something only you can access, so it is proof that you checked out voluntarily.
I leave a pretty corpse, a proof of intent, and all assets transfer instantly.
I live in a “Doctor Assisted” state. But the barbiturates are reserved for "Terminal Illness + patient must request them three times (really doesn’t help those too far gone to communicate, does it?), including in written form at least once.
This covers an incredibly small sub-set of the population who would want such drugs.
Here’s a hypothetical:
Doc, I’ve weighed the prospects of my life in the near future. I do NOT want to go there.
It will take me WAY less than the magical “6 months” to die.
Would you be so kind?
Just how far do you think that would get you?
It would get you grabbed and held for three days, during which time, there will be a habeus corspus (whatever) hearing. You may not notice that this guy is a judge and this is a real legal hearing and your last chance of NOT being institutionalized.
I know - been there, done that.
If you say the word “suicide” as something you might do to a MD in CA, you will get this treatment.
So no, you can’t get the barbies unless you have 6 months or less for “God to take you home”, even trying to ask for them will get you locked up.
I am facing dialysis - as in tethered to a machine with tubes in your arm or in your gut.
The reason you don’t see people who have been modified for dialysis is because they are either hooked up to a machine or lying motionless.
Sounds real inviting, don’t it?