Everybody, Listen Up!!

I have an advance directive. My family also knows what I expect from them should something untoward happen to me. I've said it before and now I'll say it again (in public): Should I be seriously injured in such a way that I am either brain dead or left in a persistent vegetative state, let me go! No feeding tubes! No wishful thinking! No laws passed by the fucking Congress about matters that don't concern them! That person lying in that bed will not be me. It will be my shell. If I'm no longer able to acknowledge my child, enjoy the ocean, or do the things about which I'm passionate, I am no longer living (as I define "living"). Just let me go.