In the event of brain death

I want to let it be known that I, Michael Wayne Ursu, am the only person that can post on this blog. No one else has that level of access. This little corner of the Internet is where I occasionally get up on my proverbial soapbox and rant. And the rant of the moment concerns brain death. In the event that I wind up in a persistent vegetative state with no hope of ever coming out of it, LET ME DIE!!! I have no desire to have my brain dead body kept alive if I'm going to be nothing more than a 200+ lbs. slab of meat. Just harvest any organs that can be used to help others and get rid of the rest. I haven't decided yet whether I want to donate my remains to a body farm so they can study how it decomposes or get it flame broiled into ashes. If I were to go with flame broiling, it would be kind of neat if my ashes could be made into a set of gaming dice. That way I could continue to take part in RPG sessions after I shake off this mortal coil. It would be a complete set consisting of 2d2s, 2d3s, 2d4s, 2d5s, 4d6s, 2d7s, 2d8s, 2d10s (with 1 die labelled 0-9 and the other labelled 00-90), 2d12s, 2d14s, 2d16s, 2d20s, 1d24, 1d30, 1d34, 1d50, 1d100 and a set of 4 Fudge dice (these are 6 sided dice with 2 plus signs, 2 minus signs and 2 blank sides on opposite faces). The problem, of course, is how would I get that done? I'm not sure that there are any dice makers out there that would honor such a request. And if they did, what would it cost? But enough of this dice talk. My reason for making this entry is so I can avoid becoming like Terry Schiavo. As you may recall, Terry ended up in a persistent vegetative state and there was a legal battle as to whether she should be kept alive or be allowed to die. Since there was no explicit record of her ever declaring what should be done in this situation, the court case dragged on for about 15 years. So I'm saying it again. If I ever wind up in a persistent vegetative state and there's no hope of me ever coming out of it, LET ME FUCKING DIE!!!