Am I the only one a little bit freaked out by this story?
A couple, married for 54 years, decided to die together via assisted suicide. I mean, I love Husband (and yes, I do want us to go together — preferably in our sleep after a really, really good meal and bottle(s) of wine after the best sex in my La Perla), but I’m not taking a shot of poison in the arm (or whatever they do) for it.
I may have chosen until I was over 40 to get married for the first time, which makes me a certifiable romantic. However, I’ll let the almighty determine when I leave the earth.
Would you choose when you’d go?

No. If you knew when you were going to die, you’d probably die of anxiety way before you were supposed to die. Not that I’m afraid of dying, I just don’t want to be there when it happens (Woody Allen).
yes, in a heartbeat!