I started to write a long post about my mother and how she was taken down, but let me just write a short one about myself instead.
I don’t plan to die like an animal. When it’s my time to go, I plan to go.
My whole family (my family of origin, that is my FOO, as Stefan Molyneux usefully calls it) has been square about this for literally as long as I can remember. There is not a one among us who intends to do otherwise than GTFO vice become enfeebled, and a burden. It’s the Protestant ethic without the taboo.
Both of my parents died at age 72 from cancer. The clock is ticking.