Flippy - I Rant, You Read
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Pull The Plug On Me - Me ‘n’ Dodger Dirt
I cannot believe that Terri Schiavo is going to have to continue on living, without having an actual life. I’ve made my wishes known to both my mom and to Leigh-Ann that if that happens to me, pull the plug as soon as it’s clear I’m not going to recover. In fact, if just pulling the plug doesn’t work, please take me to a vet to have me “humanely euthanized”. I don’t know why we’re allowed to make these important decisions for our pets, but not for ourselves. I do not want to live if there isn’t any quality to my life. And by quality, I mean talking, eating, reading, surfing the net. I don’t mean blinking or smiling or moving a limb.
Did any of you see the ER episode with Cynthia Nixon? Can you imagine anything worse than being fully aware of everything around you (and feeling pain!), but not being able to move or communicate with anyone? If that happens to me, I want whatever risky measure is possible to attempt to reverse the damage. I don’t want to be trapped in a body that is still peeing, pooping and growing unwanted hairs, if I can’t do anything about it.
Hey, has anyone ever used the internet successfully for posting their will? Is it considered legal and binding? Well, if anything happens to me, give Leigh-Ann the house and whatever else she wants. Cremate me and scatter my ashes in various fun or pretty locales. I especially want a little sprinkle of me to go on the infield at Dodger Stadium. Me ‘n’ Dodger Dirt...reunited for the last time. Don’t tell anyone when you do it though because if I was on the Dodgers, I would think it was pretty gross to play baseball on my ashes. With what’s left, I want to be a part of one of those purple smiley face fireworks; if it’s good enough for Hunter S. Thompson, it’s good enough for me. Oh, and he didn’t say anything about smiley face fireworks. No surprise.
Oh, and make sure to Photoshop any pictures of me that are used. I don’t want to be remembered as a shiny forehead.
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