John-Ward Leighton

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN,

I, John-Ward Leighton,

being of sound mind and body, do not wish to be
kept alive indefinitely by artificial means.
Under no circumstances should my fate be
put in the hands of pinhead politicians who
couldn’t pass ninth-grade biology if their
lives depended on it, or lawyers/doctors
interested in simply running up the bills.
If a reasonable amount of time passes and
and my only means of communication is a fart
or belch in your general direction and
I fail to ask for at least one of the following:

______ Chicken fried steak and cream gravy
______ English Muffin with Bacon and fried egg over easy
______ Pizza with anchovies all dressed large
______ Bowl of ice cream
______ Triple Fried French Fries
______ Belgian Chocolate
______ Triple hit grande iced Americano from Starbucks
______ All of the above,

It should be presumed that I won’t ever get better.

When such a determination is reached, I hereby instruct my appointed person and attending physicians to pull the plug, reel in the tubes and call it a day.

©Copyright July 20, 2006 by John-Ward Leighton

Author’s Note: It’s a joke son… ☺