I don't object to the heart attack. You know....quick, sudden, fatal. I don't necessarely object to dropping dead in the street, nor to slipping away peacefully in my sleep (what is there to object to?). But I don't fancy the cancer much....and that's probably what I'm waiting in line for. I don't fancy having the lurid and predatory tumescence growing out of the side of my throat, my eyes, my mouth and eating its way into my brains - you get the picture. But if it came to a choice between the cancer and the noose....? Now there's a consideration. So far as suicide goes, I have long since been on the side of the philosophers - especially Nietzsche. But hitherto it has required a quality of courage which I, personally, lack. However, if I were to contract the cancer....