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When I get old and feeble and unable to care for myself, and my children no longer fear to be near me, I know they will do the right thing for themselves.
No nursing home for me. No way will they put themselves through THAT mental, financial and emotional stress.
They will strip me to my underwear, walk me out about 5 miles into the wilderness in a snow storm, spin me around a few times and take off. Two days later they will make the "I cant find my dad, he must've wandered off" call. Problem solved.
Its comforting to know how I am to die.
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