I have been thinking about death a little bit lately as I sometimes do. I was wondering how do you want to die as far as deaths go?
I think the ideal answer for most people these days would be as an old man dying in his sleep. This is fine for most I think, seems good. Long life, painless end, no long awfull disease. I hope to maybe enjoy that one day as well.
www.studentbmj.com defines a good death as:
"Principles of a good death
To know when death is coming, and to understand what can be expected
To be able to retain control of what happens
To be afforded dignity and privacy
To have control over pain relief and other symptom control
To have choice and control over where death occurs (at home or elsewhere)
To have access to information and expertise of whatever kind is necessary
To have access to any spiritual or emotional support required
To have access to hospice care in any location, not only in hospital
To have control over who is present and who shares the end
To be able to issue advance directives which ensure wishes are respected
To have time to say goodbye, and control over other aspects of timing
To be able to leave when it is time to go, and not to have life prolonged pointlessly "
This seems very long and elaborate way, perhaps the unexpected is better. I never liked the long goodbye, nor would I enjoy all the sad family and friends. On the other hand I would also like to say goodbye to myself and my earthly body.
A truely great death would, in my opinion, to die fighting for what you belive in. A kind of suicide making a last stand for what you belive in. Dying in battle would be a great way to go, but these days it is no longer a viable option like it once was. Gone are the days of ancient and medieval warfare where heroes like Constantine XI died:
"Mehmed II offered Constantine XI the chance to rule in Mistra before the siege of Constantinople, but he refused, preferring to fight and die defending his empire. His wish would come true, as he was killed while defending the walls of Constantinople on May 29, 1453. The Emperor, when realising that the end had come, discarded his purple cloak and charged into the breach. Some sources record that he was only recognized afterwards by his purple boots; others that the Turks were never able to identify his body, and so the last Emperor of Rome was buried in a mass grave along with his soldiers. "
None of us chose our end. We must all wait and see what will happen.