I sit firmly on the side of those who argue that people should have the right to choose the time of their own death. I guess where I deviate a little from this group though is that I also believe I should have the right to choose the time of some other people's deaths too.
Not everyone, just a few people. Anyone who gives a different answer in a snap poll for example - Brexit or no Brexit. You get the idea.
Tabloid journalists. People who design software platforms that are adopted globally by corporations but are virtually unusable. Mostly everyone who posts on LinkedIn - particularly the one's who start with 'I'm so happy to be at this seminar and here's a picture of my face up close'. Or people who send emails that start with 'a gentle reminder' - passive aggressive psychos who would be the first to rat on you when the revolution comes.
Anyway, the outcome of my prostate biopsy revealing that I'm hosting a cancer up my bum made me a little reflective about what would my bucket list look like and how would I face the end?
My main conclusion is that the Dignitas suicide rooms look really dowdy and dull - they could do with a serious face-lift.
I'd like my room to be filled with murals of gorgeous people with impossibly large appendages doing incredibly sexy things to each other, like Hentai on steroids, - it's all about setting the right mood.
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