From a Cynical Life from 2001: Seven Years
When someone you love dies, you don't care how horrible their "quality of life" may have become. The fact is, you're not thinking that your choices are he-keeps-living-with-destructive-painful-disease vs. he-dies-and-is-finally-at-peace. No, you think your choices are really between having him back the way he was BEFORE illness vs. never seeing him again in this life and having a bleeding gash in your guts where you thought your heart was. And guess what? I would choose to have him back the way I remember him. Every time.
