Dying is so much a part of living. It is a luxury to choose how we die. My father had that luxury. He too made a Living Will which we produced when it was obvious he couldn't take any more. He'd always been an 'instant' man!
He was in hospital at the age of 89 being fed 13 pills three times a day. Up to this time he had done all his own shopping and cooking. He knew there was no chance of him ever 'getting better'.
What a wonderful week we had with him. The registrar listened and took him off all medication except those that would ease his path out of this world. Friends came to say goodbye at his request, and grandchildren came from afar. After a week, he had a good lunch, had a nap and died. We, too, spent valuable time with him at this time, and it was so special.
The problem with going elsewhere to choose to die is that the moment has to be hastened. One has to travel maybe months or years before the allotted time just to be sure of arriving. Choosing to die at home, surrounded by loved ones, is a luxury. Why is this being denied to so many? Well done to all those bringing this subject out in the open, such as Terry Pratchett and Gransnet. Thank you.