I know. I had a friend die recently. They went relatively quick and with the best palliative care money can buy in a country where you don’t have to pay unless you want the gold plating. It was a “good death” by modern healthcare standards.

But no matter what they say and how much drugs you have in your nice room, it’s bad. The body always tries to live, and what we know about the rate of coma patients having some awareness doesn’t give me comfort about what the final moments feel like.

For a less gruesome example. He was around music his whole life, but in the last week, he was so sound sensitive he couldn’t handle so much as a lullaby. Fucking shattering.

Fuck death, find the grim reaper and impale him on a sickle and smash his head in with the hammer.