Bob Collins at MPR sets just about the wrongest possible tone for any upcoming summer festivities:
[NYTimes “New Old Age” blogger Jen Gross] writes this week about a recent presentation that asked people when they wanted to die. Most, as you might expect, chose when they are “old.”
Then the presenter asked : When the room was not thrilled with cancer and then heart disease, they were told that they’d just chosen “dementia and frailty.”
“How many of you expect to die?” she asked.
…Dr. Lynn, who describes herself as an “old person in training,” offered three options to the room. Who would choose cancer as the way to go? Just a few. Chronic heart failure, or emphysema? A few more.”So all the rest of you are up for frailty and dementia?” Dr. Lynn asked.
Dr. Lynn must be a riot at parties.
I, for one, choose “shot by a jealous husband when I’m 95”, thanks.
Hey, at least with dementia you don’t know your dying.
An inlaw vegan nutcase from NYC caught me eating a brat at the last reunion and railed against the fat and meat saying it’d cause a heart attack. Ignoring the fact that there’s no heart disease in my family, I asked him if he’d like to go like his grandfather with a massive heart attack that did him in suddenly and without warning, or if he’d rather go like his grandmother with Alzheimers, screaming and miserable for almost a decade.
Shot at 95 while caught in bed with a younger woman is a more optimal solution, though.
Mitch wished: “I, for one, choose ‘shot by a jealous husband when I’m 95’, thanks. ”
Just make sure you don’t get arrested banging some skank outside a pizza joint, like Sen. Coleman’s dad.
Duly noted.
angryclown said:
“Just make sure you don’t get arrested banging some skank outside a pizza joint, like Sen. Coleman’s dad.”
Yeah! Who does that guy think he is, anyway? The governor of New York?