To Vanish from Under Their Noses
Here’s how he says he’ll do it:
He’s already sworn off medical check-ups, annual or otherwise, and if he doesn’t get wiped out fast and unexpectedly he’s going to truck along until some pain gets bad enough and/or he’s close to being totally incapacitated.
Then he’ll go off into the wilderness and lie down on a pre-arranged funeral pyre of wood soaked in paraffin, set an ignition timer attached to a tin of gasoline, and ingest a sure-fire (excuse the pun) fast-acting poison.
He says he’s not getting any younger, so he’d better get started.
Hearing him say this gives me a strange rush of excitement.
