I am in awe of your pragmatism gleaned from those hallowed halls of Jesuits and pool sharks.
Contemplating our final hours is a soul searching experience. Last night Shortcake and I were sitting in the family room and I said to her, “I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle to keep me alive. That would be no quality of life at all, If that ever happens, just pull the plug.”
So she got up, turned off my computer, and threw out my glass of Scotch.