Grannymar

I, Grannymar, being of sound mind and body, do not wish to be kept alive indefinitely by artificial means.

Under no circumstances should my fate be put in the hands of dickhead politicians who couldn’t pass 4^th year biology if their lives depended on it, or lawyers/doctors interested in simply running up the bills. If a reasonable amount of time passes and I fail to ask for at least one of the following:

Glass of wine
Dark chocolate
G&T

Dark chocolate
Glass of wine
Fillet Steak, onions, mushrooms & Chris Cross Chips

G&T
Dark chocolate
Tapas
Dark chocolate
Pooh Bear Ice cream

Dark chocolate
Pooh Bear Ice cream
G&T
Pot of real coffee

Dark chocolate with Pooh Bear Ice cream
G&T
Dark chocolate

It should be presumed that I won’t ever get better. When such a determination is reached, I hereby instruct my appointed person and attending physicians to pull the plug, reel in the tubes, let the “fat lady sing”… and call it a day.

You can always bury me in a Chocolate box, preferably dark!