Tuesday, November 13, 2018
-What's Euthanasia?
-Means you know when
you’re going.
-Is that good?
-Six of one, half dozen of
the other.
-My usual odds?
-Don’t knock ‘em!
-Best we can do?
-Hell yeah! Don’t rock the boat!
-I died...and was reborn a cliche!
-You’d be lucky!
Labels: cliche, conversation, death, Euthanasia, luck, odds
Friday, October 30, 2015
Exiting
-I just don’t want that sudden jolt of blackness.
-No one does. We’ll ease you in.
-Or out?
-Out. Yes.
-And, I can opt...?
-We’ll tape a buzzer to your right hand. Simple
enough to press the button. There’ll be time.
Like the one at the Eye Doc? “Press when
you see a tiny flash on the white background?”
-For peripheral vision. I’ll press if I decide to live instead.
-Simple enough! Your wife will be in Bermuda?
-Shopping along the harbor. Do you find that strange?
-I find nothing strange, and everything.
-She’ll be back for the service.
-At the university, yes. Your ancient colleague playing
Mozart on the flute.
-Showing will be sparse, so many dead.
-I’ll be there. We just don’t drop our people!
...a few students who like your work.
-Really? How nice!
...
Musings as he goes under.
Hearing voices etc.
His as a child.
Labels: assisted suicide, choose mode of death, death, directed death, directed suicide, Euthanasia, suicide
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Dealing, In the Final Analysis
The Leaving of It
-It's done with dignity. The law doesn't require it, though.
We have a little party, with speeches from the close relatives.
Who shortly leave.
-And then, Honorees shot?
-Exactly. Hey, eighty-five is enough years! We're saving billions!
It was cut the Military or...this.
-Surprised the near and dear go along with it.
-They can claim them as dependents for six years more.
-Wise incentive.
Labels: dependent, Euthanasia, Family, incentive, killing old, medicare, senior, Social Security, taxes
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
If not now, when?
One more time, and then the last. Ginnie prepares to argue with the Vet.
But he insists “Let’s do it.”
Shortly her other legs would go. And, as she was already deaf and nearly blind…
Ginnie cries holding her as Doc eases the needle
in saying “Goodbye old Honey.”
“He says no charge,” Lillian tells her, so she
needn’t offer ten on account and admit she
started living in her car.
Behind the receptionist, a calendar of a snowy mountain, its gray foothills creeping forward,
through them and the wall in back.
One more time, and then the last. Ginnie prepares to argue with the Vet.
But he insists “Let’s do it.”
Shortly her other legs would go. And, as she was already deaf and nearly blind…
Ginnie cries holding her as Doc eases the needle
in saying “Goodbye old Honey.”
“He says no charge,” Lillian tells her, so she
needn’t offer ten on account and admit she
started living in her car.
Behind the receptionist, a calendar of a snowy mountain, its gray foothills creeping forward,
through them and the wall in back.
Labels: dog, Euthanasia, living in car, vet
Friday, April 20, 2012
Solution
Some on dole
too shattered
usually to
make a living,
and won't
check out.
Terminal cocktail
proposed. Toast
on offer: “Been
great fun
but you're just one
of those things.”
Labels: dole, Euthanasia
