Living Will

Last night, my friend and I were sitting in the living room and I said to her:
"I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle. If that ever happens, just pull the plug."
She got up, unplugged the TV, and threw out my wine.
She's such a bitch.....

I am indebted to my Anatolian confidante for the above. In fact, I wrote a living will, but my son dissuaded me from making it "official" on the grounds that it might encourage doctors to finish me off before I was really ready. Somehow, that doesn't bother me. They can have my bits, just as long as they don't throw out my wine before I've emptied the last drop from the bottle.
Amen