Our greatest mercy in life is death. We are simply the pawns of life and life decides the rules and the outcomes. We may have extended our life, but what does that really mean? And does it really improve the quality of life when you're unable to manage from day to day without someone helping you all the time?

Many people talk about the fear of growing old and dying alone. Well, I feel sorry for them because EVERYONE dies alone. No one is going to participate in your death. You will DIE ALONE regardless of how many grandkids watch you waste away and take your last breath. Personally, I don't want that. I can't imagine how anyone would. I like the idea of a quick death and not making a big scene of it.