As medicine developed, we got a chance to live, to the point that we sort of lost our chance to die. I'm too young to really worry about prolonged terminal illnesses, but I sometimes think about this nowadays, as my father passed away very recently, from lung cancer, discovered very very late, at terminal stage. He was a strong, dynamic man in his fifties, and in two months he passed away. I recall my grandfather's terminal stage which dured some five, six years, until 2010. He had many illnesses, and he was too weak to walk in his last two-three years. Comparing the two, I do not really know what to think, but in this context, after lightly reading the article linked too, I guess everybody should have the right to renounce their lives, with assistance from someone who'll guarantee a peaceful and certain death: an ignorant, solo attempt might result in getting into a state where suicide is physically impossible and pain is greater. And I sometimes think the state is way too much intertwined into people's lifes, but that's another topic.