I don't know how I would like to go, just how I would not like to go. I don't want lie in a sterile hospital room, tubes sticking out everywhere, odd machines going bleep, plink, doing-doing-dong, doctors prodding and poking me, filling me full of every wierd concoction they can come up with and in general playing Konrad Dippel with my body. Saw my grandpa go that way, not for me, no sir.
Don't want to sit drooling in some nursing home, while Alzheimers or dementia or similar nasty stuff has eaten away at my mind, leaving only a hollow husk, a breathing, eating nothing. Cogito ergo sum, according to Descartes, and at that stage there is nothing. No coginitve functions, just someone who died a long time ago and the Reaper is just taking his sweet time to finish the job. Alzheimers and dementia scare me. I would probably live with the diagnosis but, once it got too much, before losing all my faculties, I would end it myself. I firmly believe the people have the right to chose not to end up a vegetable, whatever other people's ethics and religion might have to say on the subject matter.
The only thing I can think of that could be worse would be to lie in a sickbed, just feeling the sand run out, all that time you thought you had, gone, vanished, and thinking "I wish I had..."
Two nights ago, a nineteen year old guy was walking home in Copenhagen. Two teens accosted him, said they wanted his woolen hat. He refused and they stabbed him to death. That same morning a 36 year-old woman dropped off her daughter at the kindergarden and was squashed by a truck 10 minutes later as the driver failed to notice her on her bicycle as she was turning right.
I guess what I mean is that Death comes in every guise and shape and picks us off at random and many people who should die in a bed of old age surrounded by loved ones are just not that lucky. If someone can say, after you are dead, that at least you lived while you had the chance, that seems more important than how you shed this mortal coil.
Guess I should go to bed now, I am rambling.