I couldn't give a monkeys when I go as long as its quick. I would rather die in my sleep tonight than have a long, slow, lonely decline into decrepitude like my old Dad did.
He didn't really want to carry on after my mum died in 2000, but he lived until 2014, despite a serious stroke and then dementia.
He was as brave and dignified as he could be in the circumstances, but it was heartbreaking to see the miserable life he had to lead, when I could remember very clearly the very strong proud man he had been.

An aunt of mine in Oz had cancer, and due to the fact her husband was an eminent doctor, she consulted his contacts in the medical profession about the different stages she would go through.
When it got to a certain point she went to her apartment in Sydney, sat in a nice bubble bath, drank a bottle of Champagne, and took a huge overdose of tablets.
She told her family that she wasn't going to let the cancer decide when the end would come. She would take that one thing away from its control.
I didn't like the woman one bit, but I respected her highly for that.