"Everyone dies alone," they say. I believe my tiny little brain is sufficient to understand the implied meaning (you feel alone) and undertone (sad). I wish it were true literally, most of the time. Why wouldn't you like to be alone? Dying non-instantly is akin to taking a shit. It's something you're most comfortable experiencing alone, or otherwise in the presence of either someone very intimate or someone very distant, a stranger you never saw and hopefully won't ever see again. Why would I want some bloody classmate to see me choking on my blood? Or some bloody cousin to help me hold my breakfast inside my torn guts? Or some bloody coworker to watch me grimacing involuntarily in agony? Disgusting. And then soon afterward you shit yourself anyway. "Everyone dies alone, unless requested otherwise" must be a rule of etiquette instead of some depressing pseudo-profundity.