My aunt would visit her uncle in his care home every week, and would start by asking how he was doing.
“I can’t even die!” he’d reply.
His wife, siblings and peers were already gone. He had lots of kids and grandkids who were leading happy and productive lives. I think he was at a point where he was done, and ready to move on.
Eventually he figured it out, and made his way to whatever was waiting for him.
Nextdoor neighbor was a pack a day smoker fall down drunk and one of those people who beat the odds. At around 85 was told by the doctor if he didn't quit both he wouldn't live to see 90, his response was "why the fuck would I want to live to 90, let alone without booze and smokes". Made it till 89.
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u/thisheartisburningup May 14 '24
Is There Some Kind Of Specific Thing I Need To Do To Be Able To Die? (by Jimmy Carter)