Euthanasia Laugh Laugh

Euthanasia. Laugh. Laugh. Euthanasia. Giggle. Giggle. A wonderful subject for conversation in no circles. And yet, here I am, laughing with my friend about it, at work. “I think it hilarious that you think you have a daughter who would put you out of your misery,” she says. She is doubled over with laughter about it. I stare at her. She obviously did not hear me well. You misunderstood me, I reply. We have two daughters, who would not hesitate to take us both out, if we were miserable enough.” She says “you are a hoot.” Hoot or not, I know one thing for sure. The other daughter would keep us alive on machines if only one eye was still blinking. So I will warn the other two not to let her in on the plan.