After my Mom died in Hospice (an absolutely beautiful place with more help than they'd ever need) I decided I wasn't going to put my family through the same thing. My brother and sister would visit her once in awhile, but all the details and decisions were left to me alone. Like you, I decided I wasn't putting the weight of my departure on my daughter's shoulders. I love her far too much for that.
Right then and there I decided to be the master of my own demise and went out to buy a 12 GA. Shotgun. When the time comes I have a standing appointment with Dr. Remington. My choice, my terms. I've told my family of my wishes so they're not shocked when it happens. One shot to the brain pan and I'm history. I prepaid all of my final expenses with enough set aside for one helluva' party afterward.
Great minds think alike, Glam. 
Nice to see that others have selected the same exit from this mortal coin as myself. Until you've been through it, you don't get to judge our decision to make others' lives easier at the end of our lives.
Let's hope neither of us has to implement these plans anytime soon, right? 
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