I’ve been watching my grandparents on the decline for several years now. The whole baby boomer generation is slowly ratcheting on up there and it sucks watching my parents slowly starting to fall apart. I’ve decided I don’t want to grow old.
My gf keeps me updated on her step-grandfather. The poor old guy is in a bad way and basically doesn’t have too much longer on this earth. He’s scared shitless, he doesn’t want to go.
I, personally, don’t want to be 90 years old, lying in bed with a catheter, unable to eat, on chemo or dialysis and bleeding internally. I don’t ever want to be so physically or mentally weak that I’m a burden to my loved ones. I don’t want my grandkids to see me suffer.
If medical science can keep me alive until I’m 94 but only barely, I don’t want to get there.
I say, kill me early. I would rather be euthanized than be a walking fucking trainwreck. What do you guys think? Is it better to live feebly or die with some of your old self still intact? Please, leave religious feelings of suicide out of this. Everyone knows what the bible says about it.
As a sidenote, I’ve been thinking lately about what kind of funeral a guy should have. I’ve decided I really want one of those parades in New Orleans with the jazz band and stuff. Honestly, I want my bones laid to rest to I Feel Good (I Got You). Or maybe a Jimmy Buffet funeral. No fucking flowers, bring margaritas.
Am I being too insensitive here, or does this make sense?