Poor guy... (not me!)
While I was watching college football games last weekend, my wife
and I got into a conversation about life and death, and the need for living
wills.
During the course of the conversation I told her that I never wanted to
exist in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and taking
fluids from a bottle. She got up, unplugged the TV and threw out all my beer.
Sometimes it's tough being married to a smartass.
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