As my life has exceeded Abe
Lincoln’s 3 score and 10
It is time to plan for my end.
My memory, always suspect,
Now requires a trail of bread
crumbs
To lead me back from “here”,
wherever this is, to “there”,
wherever that is.
In this spirit I state the
following as my Healthcare Directive:
1. If I am ill cure me.
2. If my parts become
dysfunctional replace them.
3. If I recall events that did
not happen agree with me.
4. If I wander from the path
change my direction
5. If I smell use soap. If that
does not work chances are I’m dead, and stop washing me.
6. If dead, points 1 through 4
can be discarded
7. If dead I’d like my body
parts distributed as follows:
a.
Hair, to the Foundation for “People Wanting to Look Ancient”
b.
Brain, if located, boiled as a secret ingredient in borscht.
c.
Skull, drill a 3/4” hole in the top & use as candle holder for romantic
dinners.
d.
Eyes, along with corrective lenses, to a latent voyeur.
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