To be Happy, start thinking about Death!

[Pinobii]

i believe 1 day in d future, there will a youth serum whereby it will delay the onset of old age. This will be invented by 1 of d big pharma coys n sold at at a ridiculous high price.

Honestly i worry more about aging and running out of time to do what i want to do, its like a race against time

[F355]

Not to sound moribund, but many ppl are ill prepared when they meet their maker.  I have seen many sudden death cases where the estate is hanging in the balance and thus sometimes, even the govt holds on to it.  REported that up to 147mil is waiting to be collected.

 

Here is a list of what could be be done as one is currently of sound mind:

 

1.  Will - a must and be clear on what goes to whom

 

2.  CPF nomination - this, even the will cannot cover.  Get it done soonest and nominate whomever you deem at CPF office in the presence of the officer

 

3.  Preference of how body is to be handled - be prescriptive on how you wish the body to be settled, ie the remains, etc

 

4.  Last wishlist - this includes all necessary clothings etc for the burial.

 

 

@lala81, as we were on the same page, if you have anything to add on, pls do.

 

5. Consider signing an Advanced Medical Directive , otherwise known as living will . I have done mine .

https://www.moh.gov.sg/content/moh_web/home/policies-and-issues/advance_medical_directiveamd.html

 

 

 

 

This way , Radx can also earn your money faster .

[lausai88]

I will most likely die alone on a street in North America. Then the stray dogs will lay beside me and mourn my passing while Americans spit at the slit eyed Asian old man   I have double eye lids btw  

 

 before u die, go to the GuyFi booth to relieve/release the ....   first  

 

http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/manhattan/manhattan-guyfi-booth-men-relieve-stress-article-1.2499002

[OmOm]

Shin Kubota is a scientist who has dedicated his life to studying a species of jellyfish, the Turritopsis dohrnii, which likely holds the secret of immortality. It is the jellyfish equivalent of Benjamin Button and can reverse its aging process when injured, becoming younger until it transforms into its most juvenile form, from that state it begins to mature, living out a full life once again.

 

In Kubota's words: "The immortal medusa is the most miraculous species in the entire animal kingdom,” he said. “I believe it will be easy to solve the mystery of immortality and apply ultimate life to human beings."

 

The biggest irony of this research is that while Kubota believes that this research can be beneficial to human beings, he also "fears that the lessons of the immortal jellyfish will be absorbed too soon, before man is ready to harness the science of immortality in an ethical manner."

 

"We’re very strange animals,” he said. “We’re so clever and civilized, but our hearts are very primitive. If our hearts weren’t primitive, there wouldn’t be wars. I’m worried that we will apply the science too early, like we did with the atomic bomb.”

 

In particular, this line struck a chord in my heart: “Nature is so beautiful,” Kubota said, smiling wistfully. “If human beings disappeared, how peaceful it would be.”

 

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/12/02/magazine/can-a-jellyfish-unlock-the-secret-of-immortality.html

 

i believe 1 day in d future, there will a youth serum whereby it will delay the onset of old age. This will be invented by 1 of d big pharma coys n sold at at a ridiculous high price.

 

[Pinobii]

I thought at least in the arms of two ex japanese girlfriends?

Orrh...this explains his love for ramen n japan...kekeke

 

Y u always share his secrets with us de

[F355]

I think  having a religion helps and convincing themselves of the rewards in the afterlife.

 

No thanks ; not for me . The idea of perpetual consciousness scares the shit out of me . I cannot imagine having an eternal life , where  my wife and mother in law can continue to nag on me perpetually .

 

Let death be a peaceful end to it all .

[Ender]

No thanks ; not for me . The idea of perpetual consciousness scares the shit out of me . I cannot imagine having an eternal life , where  my wife and mother in law can continue to nag on me perpetually .

 

Let death be a peaceful end to it all .

Got one have 17 virgins waiting for you.. 

[Lala81]

5. Consider signing an Advanced Medical Directive , otherwise known as living will . I have done mine .

https://www.moh.gov.sg/content/moh_web/home/policies-and-issues/advance_medical_directiveamd.html

 

 

 

 

This way , Radx can also earn your money faster .

 

Do take note, u need to have one of your family members voice out that you have a AMD.

I'm not sure if things have changed but the doctors cannot actively check whether u have an AMD to prevent abuse. 

 

So personally, I haven't made an AMD. I still do encourage people to do so though.

[Jamesc]

To add on, people don't seem to realise death can come suddenly. Literally. When I was in the emergency department, cases like this came in

 

1). Collapsed while at work

2). Collapsed during a meeting

3). Collapsed after a massage

4). Collapsed while celebrating

 

And these were no people awaiting death like elderly or with diseases. Most deaths in the emergency department, those who died, usually do not know today is their last day, otherwise they would be in hospice, hospital so on.

 

Dun dwell on death but don't ignore it either.

 

50% of people died at work or at a meeting?

 

I think I will do less work and try to avoid as many

 

meetings as possible.

 

I rather collapse after a massage so I will have more of those

 

and collapse while celebrating?

 

I support Liverpool so not much to celebrate these days so

 

25% chance of going after a massage sounds good to me.

 

Thanks for your informative posts. 

 

[Jamesc]

I am happy that I will die one day.

 

I think living forever just means you

 

see all your friends die and you are

 

the only one left.

 

[F355]

Do take note, u need to have one of your family members voice out that you have a AMD.

I'm not sure if things have changed but the doctors cannot actively check whether u have an AMD to prevent abuse. 

 

So personally, I haven't made an AMD. I still do encourage people to do so though.

 

Ya my children are aware.

 

 

From what I gather in MOH website , a Doctor can check with the Registrar if the person has submitted any AMD .

[Jamesc]

There are 2 things I am very fond of 

 

and always thinking about.

 

Death and my MIL.

 

[Kusje]

Do take note, u need to have one of your family members voice out that you have a AMD.

I'm not sure if things have changed but the doctors cannot actively check whether u have an AMD to prevent abuse. 

 

So personally, I haven't made an AMD. I still do encourage people to do so though.

 

Sign AMD got use?

 

The old man supposedly had one but they still put him on life support?

 

By the way, when I got my AMD witnessed by the GP, he looked at me as if I was some kind of weirdo....

Edited January 18, 2016 by Kusje

[Porker]

I thought at least in the arms of two ex japanese girlfriends?

Shhhhhh... muayhahahaha

[RadX]

Yet another excellent article that shows how we go, and are we really resting in peace?

 

How we used to die; how we die now

Posted on January 19, 2016by Ann Kreilkamp

An emergency physician’s  beautifully written and agonizingly empathic account of “how we used to die” starkly contrasted with how most people die now in our death-defying, death-dealing military industrial medicopharmaceuticalized culture. 

I know you love me — now let me die

Jan 16, 2016

by Louis Profeta, M.D.

linkedin.com

 

In the old days, she would be propped up on a comfy pillow, in fresh cleaned sheets under the corner window where she would in days gone past watch her children play. Soup would boil on the stove just in case she felt like a sip or two. Perhaps the radio softly played Al Jolson or Glenn Miller, flowers sat on the nightstand, and family quietly came and went. These were her last days. Spent with familiar sounds, in a familiar room, with familiar smells that gave her a final chance to summon memories that will help carry her away. She might have offered a hint of a smile or a soft squeeze of the hand but it was all right if she didn’t. She lost her own words to tell us that it’s OK to just let her die, but she trusted us to be her voice and we took that trust to heart.

You see, that’s how she used to die. We saw our elderly different then.

We could still look at her face and deep into her eyes and see the shadows of a soft, clean, vibrantly innocent child playing on a porch somewhere in the Midwest during the 1920s perhaps. A small rag doll dances and flays as she clutches it in her hand. She laughs with her barefoot brother, who is clad in overalls, as he chases her around the yard with a grasshopper on his finger. She screams and giggles. Her father watches from the porch in a wooden rocker, laughing while mom gently scolds her brother.

We could see her taking a ride for the first time in an automobile, a small pickup with wooden panels driven by a young man with wavy curls. He smiles gently at her while she sits staring at the road ahead; a fleeting wisp of a smile gives her away. Her hands are folded in her lap, clutching a small beaded purse.

We could see her standing in a small church. She is dressed in white cotton, holding hands with the young man, and saying, “I do.” Her mom watches with tearful eyes. Her dad has since passed. Her new husband lifts her across the threshold, holding her tight. He promises to love and care for her forever. Her life is enriched and happy.

We could see her cradling her infant, cooking breakfast, hanging sheets, loving her family, sending her husband off to war, and her child to school.

We could see her welcoming her husband back from battle with a hug that lasts the rest of his life. She buries him on a Saturday under an elm, next to her father. She marries off her child and spends her later years volunteering at church functions before her mind starts to fade and the years take their toll and God says:

“It’s time to come home.”

This is how we used to see her before we became blinded by the endless tones of monitors and whirrs of machines, buzzers, buttons and tubes that can add five years to a shell of a body that was entrusted to us and should have been allowed to pass quietly propped up in a corner room, under a window, scents of homemade soup in case she wanted a sip.

You see now we can breathe for her, eat for her and even pee for her. Once you have those three things covered she can, instead of being gently cradled under that corner window, be placed in a nursing home and penned in cage of bed rails and soft restraints meant to “keep her safe.”

She can be fed a steady diet of Ensure through a tube directly into her stomach and she can be kept alive until her limbs contract and her skin thins so much that a simple bump into that bed rail can literally open her up until her exposed tendons are staring into the eyes of an eager medical student looking for a chance to sew. She can be kept alive until her bladder is chronically infected, until antibiotic resistant diarrhea flows and pools in her diaper so much that it erodes her buttocks. The fat padding around her tailbone and hips are consumed and ulcers open up exposing the underlying bone, which now becomes ripe for infection.

We now are in a time of medicine where we will take that small child running through the yard, being chased by her brother with a grasshopper on his finger, and imprison her in a shell that does not come close to radiating the life of what she once had. We stopped seeing her, not intentionally perhaps, but we stopped.

This is not meant as a condemnation of the family of these patients or to question their love or motives, but it is meant be an indictment of a system that now herds these families down dead-end roads and prods them into believing that this is the new norm and that somehow the old ways were the wrong ways and this is how we show our love.

A day does not go by where my partners don’t look at each other and say, “How do we stop this madness? How do we get people to let their loved ones die?”

I’ve been practicing emergency medicine for close to a quarter of a century now and I’ve cared for countless thousands of elderly patients. I, like many of my colleagues, have come to realize that while we are developing more and more ways to extend life, we have also provided water and nutrients to a forest of unrealistic expectations that have real-time consequences for those frail bodies that have been entrusted to us.

This transition to doing more and more did not just happen on a specific day in some month of some year. Our end-of-life psyche has slowly devolved and shifted and a few generations have passed since the onset of the Industrial Revolution of medicine. Now we are trapped. We have accumulated so many options, drugs, stents, tubes, FDA-approved snake oils and procedures that there is no way we can throw a blanket over all our elderly and come to a consensus as to what constitutes inappropriate and excessive care. We cannot separate out those things meant to simply prolong life from those meant to prolong quality life.

Nearly 50 percent of the elderly US population now die in nursing homes or hospitals. When they do finally pass, they are often surrounded by teams of us doctors and nurses, medical students, respiratory therapists and countless other health care providers pounding on their chests, breaking their ribs, burrowing large IV lines into burned-out veins and plunging tubes into swollen and bleeding airways. We never say much as we frantically try to save the life we know we can’t save or perhaps silently hope we don’t save. When it’s finally over and the last heart beat blips across the screen and we survey the clutter of bloody gloves, wrappers, masks and needles that now litter the room, you may catch a glimpse as we bow our heads in shame, fearful perhaps that someday we may have to stand in front of God as he looks down upon us and says, “what in the hell were you thinking?”

When it comes time for us to be called home, those of us in the know will pray that when we gaze down upon our last breath we will be grateful that our own doctors and families chose to do what they should instead of what they could and with that we will close our eyes to familiar sounds in a familiar room, a fleeting smile and a final soft squeeze of a familiar hand.

 

[Jamesc]

To add on, people don't seem to realise death can come suddenly. Literally. When I was in the emergency department, cases like this came in

 

1). Collapsed while at work - Bad

2). Collapsed during a meeting - Bad

3). Collapsed after a massage - Good

4). Collapsed while celebrating - Good

 

And these were no people awaiting death like elderly or with diseases. Most deaths in the emergency department, those who died, usually do not know today is their last day, otherwise they would be in hospice, hospital so on.

 

Dun dwell on death but don't ignore it either.

 

[Angcheek]

 

Not bad bro ... took you 3 years to get the answ .

 

 

[Inlinefour]

what will happen if the law firm that draft your will closed down or lawyer run road?