Long long ago, Carlton and I found this somewhere. We might have tweaked it. Or not. I put it on the blog in September 2012. I found it when I was poking around being sure that the old stuff was OK. It is still a good guide for when it’s time for me to go.
Living Will Form
I, ____________, being of sound mind and body, do not wish to be kept alive indefinitely by artificial means. Under no circumstances should my fate be put in the hands of pinhead partisan politicians who couldn’t pass ninth-grade biology if their lives depended on it, or lawyers/doctors/hospitals interested in simply running up the bills.
If after a reasonable amount of time passes, and I fail to ask for: (Check appropriate items)
______a Martini
______a Margarita
______a Scotch and soda
______a Bloody Mary
______a Beer
______a Gin and Tonic
______a Glass of wine
______a Steak
______Lobster or crab legs
______the TV remote control
______a bowl of ice cream
______a mug of coffee
______Sex or
______Good Dark Chocolate
It should be presumed that I won’t ever get any better. When such a determination is reached, I hereby instruct my appointed person and attending physicians to pull the plug, reel in the tubes, and call it a day.
At this point, it is time to call the New Orleans Jazz Funeral Band to come and do their thing and ask all of my friends to raise their glasses to toast the good times we have had.
Signature: __________________________Date: __________
Thinking about Carlton. A big wave crashed into a wedding party at Carlton’s beloved Hulihe’e Palace.
And, today’s food report.
