If I had my druthers I’d go out like Clint Eastwood at the end of Gran Torino, but I’d say doctors have things pretty well figured out, too.

[...] they don’t die like the rest of us. What’s unusual about them is not how much treatment they get compared to most Americans, but how little. For all the time they spend fending off the deaths of others, they tend to be fairly serene when faced with death themselves. They know exactly what is going to happen, they know the choices, and they generally have access to any sort of medical care they could want. But they go gently.