How many times does one get to die and come back thanks to the marvels of modern medicine?  How many times on the community dime, be it Medicare or other health insurance?  How good is life after so doing?  How do we sustain it?  When is over, over? 

 

Personally, I choose to come back once, but opt to choose never if I'm lucid enough to understand the particular touch of death trying to gain hold on me.  It's written and it best be observed.  Don't spend a ton of resource prolonging me to only have to spend tons more maintaining me. 

 

I love my family, my friends, but please let's let it go when it's time.  Spend it on the young, let them learn to make a sustainable world and to end war.  Spend it on feeding people, housing and clothing them when their own efforts fall short.  Spend it on allocations of free beauty for all to enjoy.  Let me make way for those bright futures. 

 

I've cultivated a no-fear-of-death attitude to, I hope, ward off the vanity of wanting to stay here at all costs that comes when the Spectre presents.  I believe in the beautiful Light and will welcome its butterflies.   Let me go if it looks like I am going.  Ease the pain and let me go.