Wife and I were watching tv (instead of sweltering in the 90+ heat of Michigan) last weekend. For some reason we stumbled into a conversation about living wills and life support. I can't remember what started this conversation, but I do recall what finished it.
I smugly proclaimed, "I'd rather be dead than kept alive by some machine and fed out of a bottle."
She unplugged the tv and threw away all my beer.
I'll keep my piehole shut next time.