Last night, my dad and I were talking in the living room about the future.

We were talking about life and death.

He said to me: “Son, don’t you ever let me live in a vegetative state, depending of machines and fluids in a bottle. If you see me in that state, please unplug and destroy all the devices and fluids that keep me alive, because I rather die!!”

It was then when, filled with admiration, I unplugged the TV and computer, trashed his blackberry, and flushed away his whisky.

The bastard almost died!