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When I die I want death to Be of my volition. Pro-choice before the cradle as well as the grave, I inherit that from my mother. A contract with my future self, pro-life politics relinquisher the dignity of death to everyone except the commander of the vessel. Currently socially unacceptable, our ability to respond is limited to marginalized anomalies of terminal health conditions. Palliative care is forgiving and rightfully deemed an “essential” service. Life expectancy data from my Country is the starting point for this conversation. Frequently used health status indicators in 2017 have Canada’s life expectancy at approximately eighty years of age. Once 68% of the population in my age bracket have died, my option for death is entirely my choice. For any reason. This would be my early retirement, but only I want it to be. Prolonging life is a noble teleology but nobility comes from individual actions, not through the compassion directed towards patients. Faux pas is the norm of acceptance currently under revision. Mainstream improvements towards compassionate endings have initiated the dialectic towards responsions of responsibility and quality of life. Communal autonomy sounds like a paradox worth of plunder to those that discover life’s inconsistencies and contractions. Logic isn’t always logical, but in this end, it’s one deviation beyond being mean.