I, (your name here), 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 pinhead politicians who couldn't pass 7th grade biology if their lives depended on it, nor lawyers and/or doctors interested in simply running up my bills.
If a reasonable amount of time passes and I fail to ask for at least one of the following:
Glass of wine
Chocolate
Margarita
Martini
Cold Beer
Chocolate
Chicken fried steak
Cream gravy
Mexican food
Chocolate
French fries
Chocolate
Pizza
Sex
Ice cream
Cup of tea
Chocolate
Chocolate
Chocolate
It should be presumed I won't ever get better. When such determination is reached, I hereby instruct my appointed person and any attending physicians to pull the plug, reel in the tubes, let the "fat lady sing, and call it a day!
Have a drink. It's 5 o'clock SOMEWHERE!
