Listen...if I ever make it to 96 (and I plan on killing myself with a lifetime of bacon, red meat, beer, scotch and family cardiac history long before that) and I feel like dying, just put me on Comfort measures and send me to hospice so I can have some compassionate care instead of medical wards or the fucking locked psych ward!!! The poor guy will get knocked over by one of the aides or another patient, break a hip and throw a lethal DVT...please rethink that one kids.
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