Shoot Me Instead!
Seriously... stab
me, overdose me (heroin please), or smother me with a pillow. All of these would
be preferable to starving to death in my case. Any would certainly be preferable
to lingering on as a vegetable burdening my wife and family. Can't find the will
to kill me? Call Calangelo, he'll do me quick and painless. Just don't leave me
in a fucking bed shitting on myself.
Consider this a public
notice of my intent to die rather than be preserved as a living petrie
dish.