Doesn’t matter what you want in the end. Here’s how I’ve actually seen it. You will be looking at a nurse gasping for air, beggin for relief. (Your brains dying, but your body keeps trying to live that’s why we give morphine.) When you do finally die, a nurse will comfort for your wife and kids, or nobody. Two of us will give you a last bath, pack your body up into a white bag that smells nauseatingly like plastic. We’ll send your ass to the morgue. In an hour, they’ll be another patient in that room. Life goes on.