I'm not exactly looking forward to it. But I've had the good fortune to have a predominantly happy, productive life, so neither am I dreading death because of a bucket list with most of the items not yet checked off. Huh? I tell you that I want my family, friends and favorite charities to prosper instead of allowing the bureaucrats and lawyers who run a nursing home to siphon off my estate. And your analysis of that philosophy is that it's about economics? What a quintessentially American attitude! Why is it not about love, caring, doing what's right, fighting for justice until the bitter end? In many (most? all?) of the instituions I've observed, those lawyers and bureacrats don't even share their loot with their staff, many of whom are deliberately hired for less than full-time work so they're not legally entitled to minimum wage. We did our best to augment their pitiful salaries, but this is a national issue that we can't solve locally. And what exactly do you mean by "sacrificing your life" anyway? Unless you're in on some top-secret project developing an immortality vaccine, we are all going to die one way or another, at one time or another. My life is not exactly mine to sacrifice. But I see nothing wrong with taking as much control as possible over the timing and consequences of my death. I know from personal experience and that of many other people (we're all in our 60s and 70s so we've observed a lot of deaths) that people generally do not appreciate watching their loved ones lose their memories and other cognitive skills, slowly turning into a vegetable with no signs of life except a bunch of tubes. Nor do they appreciate watching the corporation that keeps those tubes pumping steadily suck up the modest estates that those loved ones had carefully tended in order to bequeath to them. And most importantly, the loved ones themselves don't want this either, in most of the cases I've observed personally. I've never seen so many very, very, very pissed-off people as in a nursing home. If you see something worth sneering at in this scenario, please explain. I'll be quite happy to skip the vegetable part of my life, even if it means erring on the side of caution and missing a couple of years of still being able to feed myself but unable to do 90% of the other things that make my life worth living. And as already noted, I'll be even happier to leave my house, investments and other possessions to people and institutions who need it and deserve it, rather than letting Big Business scarf it up and use it to lobby for even more consumer-hostile legislation. Well it's fine that she is still at a point in life where the benefits outweigh the suffering. My mother became a vegetable 20 years ago at 87. And I'm hardly recommending that children pull the plug on relatives who don't want to die yet, just to inherit a bigger estate. What I want is to be able to enlist a loved one or two to help me with the end-of-life apparatus if there is a discontinuity in the aging process and I wake up some morning unable to do it by myself, without those loved ones being prosecuted by a legal system based on the principles of a religion we all loathe. Moreover, I would really like to see DNR orders actually honored in this country. The way medical professionals explain it to me is: "Every year a dozen or so doctors, nurses, EMTs, and other members of our professions are successfully sued for honoring a DNR. They can never work again; it destroys their lives. On the other hand, no one has ever been successfully prosecuted for failing to honor a DNR. So we are all forced to err on the side of self-preservation, and dutifully wheel the obvious vegetable into the ER." I'm so happy for you, since neither you nor your grandma apparently need to take real-world economic issues into account when contemplating end-of-life issues, so it's all angels and bedside vigils for you. For the rest of us, letting even a $25K estate be dissipated into the coffers of a nursing home corporation is a tragedy. Besides, your grandma is not yet at a point in life where she and her loved ones are suffering (physically for her, emotionally for you) due to her condition. Write back when she's screaming in pain, or simply drugged into semi-consciousness, and has no idea who you are. My mother did not know who the lady with me was, even though she and my wife had known each other for twenty years. Needless to say, our visits were pointless. For every Hallmark scene, like the one I saw, of a daughter dancing with her sweet but brain-dead mother because she happens to still have physical coordination and a pleasant demeanor, there are a hundred scenes of a parent screaming, cursing, weeping, and/or begging for mercy. And how is this going to improve the plight of the dying??? We're all entitled to have whatever thoughts we want. That's the way we assess right and wrong, by thinking something through and projecting the consequences, rather than simply doing it and hoping it works out right. It's easy to imagine killing someone who has done you wrong, but if you're careful not to stop there but keep the tape rolling and see yourself in prison while your family starves and your children are humiliated, it might stop you from actually doing it. I'm not a Jain. I don't think we have a need to be kind to all animals, even the ones without a forebrain and/or a central nervous system. I lobby for more humane treatment of farm animals, and I could probably be cajoled into giving up meat. But flies and ants? Be serious. Where do you draw the line: lice, tapeworms, amoeba? I regret having taken this thread off topic because it was a good one. I thought if I shut up it might veer back on course, but apparently that's not going to happen. Fortunately the Linguistics subforum gets so little traffic that I don't have to be hard-nosed about off-topic meandering. This is still the Linguistics subforum, so please learn the difference between the verbs "exult" and "exalt." I have been quite concerned about end-of-life issues for many years. I'm pleased that there has been some progress in the U.S. As I noted earlier, I'm certain that when the Baby Boomers reach this point in their lives, the laws, customs and attitudes about death will change, because the alternative is to spend half of our GDP keeping them breathing. Since my generation is healthier than theirs, with a little luck those laws, customs and attitudes will have already changed when it comes my time. In the meantime, my preparations for my own death must of necessity be kept private.