"And I think my grandfather had the right idea; kick off early, before it gets really bad. Rather than just thinking of him as the charming Irish wetbrain that, by all accounts, he was, I prefer to imagine him sitting at a table, deep in thought, and muttering quietly to himself: 'By God - I need to die by fifty!' His brow furrows. 'But how to accomplish this? I'd like to enjoy life, but somehow kick off early - and I don't want to go too painfully.' He snaps his fingers. 'I've got it! Terminal alcoholism! Not too crippling, it passes the time quickly, and it's a freely-available substance. Doris, have you a bottle handy? I have a mission!'" ~ The Ferret (http://www.theferrett.com/showarticle.php?Rant=15)