April 11, 2005
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Here’s one from xxxIceAngel, that I’m going to copy. I only need change the name:
Living Will
I, Jason Trevor Goray, being of sound mind and body, do not wish to be kept alive indefinitely by artificial means. Under no circumstances should my fate be put in the hands of right wing politicians who couldn’t pass ninth-grade biology if their lives depended on it. If a reasonable amount of time passes and I fail to sit up and ask for a shot of Jameson or a good bottle of Irish Whiskey, it should be presumed that I won’t ever get better.
When such a determination is reached, I hereby instruct my significant other, family members and attending physicians to pull the plug, reel in the tubes and call it a day. Under no circumstances shall the members of the Legislature enact a special law to keep me on life-support machinery. It is my wish that these boneheads mind their own damn business, and pay attention instead to the health, education and future of the millions of Americans who aren’t in a permanent coma. Under no circumstances shall any politicians butt into this case . I don’t care how many fundamentalist votes they’re trying to scrounge for their run for the next presidency, it is my wish that they play politics with someone else’s life and leave me alone to die in peace. If any of my family goes against my wishes and turns my case into a political cause, I hereby promise to come back from the grave, curse them and make his or her existence a living hell. I request to be buried with a bottle of nice aged scotch to bribe my way through the Borderlands
Glad I was in Canada for most of the drama this post was in response to – I probably heard 1/100th as much about it as you yanks.
Don’t forget to offer the Irish Whiskey.
Frequently.
Have a couple shots yourself.
Comments (1)
I’ll do my best to aquiest your request.