Terry Pratchett is hoping he can die on his own terms:
And so I have vowed that rather than let Alzheimer’s take me, I would take it. I would live my life as ever to the full and die, before the disease mounted its last attack, in my own home, in a chair on the lawn, with a brandy in my hand to wash down whatever modern version of the Brompton Cocktail some helpful medic could supply. And with Thomas Tallis on my iPod, I would shake hands with Death.
I hope for his sake that he can. Everybody should be allowed to opt out early, stigma-free, legal-entanglement-free.
