How do you see your own demise? A long, slow, painful illness? A quick crash? Sudden stroke or heart attack?
Accident or murder?
Macabre topic? Yes. But, I know that deep down we have thought about how it will all end for us.
I imagine I'll get cancer like the rest of my family. I'll refuse Chemo. Will I just waste away in a hospital bed over the months as my family twists into knots? No.
I shall go off in a nice field somewhere with flowers and fresh air and play Vocalise by Rachmaninoff while looking at photos of my loved ones and do myself in. I'll leave a beautiful letter explaining why taking control of your own death is not cowardly.
Then again---I could just live to be 100 and die in my sleep.
How about you?
Dare you prognosticate?