“I’m not afraid of dying… I just don’t want to be there when it happens” Woody Allen.
It is not surprising (after reading Confessions Part 7 and being exposed to some of the real life stories from the (other) Royal Commission into Aged Care Quality and Safety) that we are hearing more and more about Euthanasia (a term derived from the greek word ‘euthanatos’ which means ‘easy death’.
The fear of death is ingrained into all of us (natural selection dealing with those who were, unfortunately, not naturally averse to death many millions of years ago) but we all accept that at some point it inevitable. The acceptance grows as we grow older. When we were young it was never going to happen to us.
I think it is fair to say that most people accept that they will die but what they fear the most is that they won’t get lucky and die in their sleep peacefully or otherwise quickly and painlessly.
They dread a long illness and dying alone, in hospital connected to all sorts of very expensive machines and computers, in severe pain, suffering immeasurable indignities daily under sedation and without any privacy or empathy.
To put it another way “a living hell”.