“Terri Schiavo, the 41-year-old brain-damaged woman who became the centerpiece of a national right-to-die battle, died this morning, nearly two weeks after doctors removed the feeding tube that had sustained her for more than a decade.” - CNN

So here are my thoughts.

1.) The Decision - If I am in a similar state at some point in the future, please let me die. If I cannot communicate to you that I want to live, without a doubt, then I do not want to live. What good is my life if I cannot interact with people? If I cannot tell them what I’ve been thinking about, what’s the point of my thinking? If I cannot tell and show the people I love that I love them, what’s the point of my loving? Even if I am fully coherent without the ability to communicate, let me die. Living in my own head with no outlet would be pretty scary after a while I am sure. Obviously give me some time to make a recovery, please don’t kill me the next time I pass out for an hour, but if after a year (And that’s pretty generous) I’m not capable of the aforementioned activities, let me go. For the betterment of everyone’s lives.

2.) The Method - For the love of all that is good and proper, if you decide to let me die DON’T LET ME STARVE TO DEATH! That’s just fucking sick. Let’s just say that I am somewhat coherent in my mind. Yes, I want to die for the reasons mentioned above, but not by slow and painful methods that take weeks! Give me a needle, gas me, whatever.
I find it strange and actually disgusting that if you decide to let a nice person who has had some bad luck die that you cannot do it quickly and humanely. Yet if you are going to dispatch someone one death row who has killed 40 people you have no other choice. Mention that you are going to starve them slowly to death over a period of a week or two, and human rights activists would be calling you Satan 2.

3.) Why you should let me go - Don’t torture youself. I abhor the idea of people I love being in pain. You are better off getting on with you life by letting me get on with my death. I don’t want you to be burdened with false hope for years and years. Death is a part of everyone’s lives, you have to accept it. Go on with your life, be happy, fall in love, remember me fondly as I was before.

4.) Don’t Listen - To the random religious zealots that come out of the woodwork to try to force a decision on you. Don’t let them guilt you into prolonging my suffering please. My god will not punish you for being merciful on me and yourselves. My god will not forsake you. It’s my life, listen to my god, not theirs. (FyI - My god has no name, no face, no agenda. My god may not even exist.)

Thank You.