Suppose I somehow knew I had only two weeks to live: Perhaps I would be healthy and know I am to meet some sudden fate, or perhaps I would be quite ill. In any case, I would let a couple people know I was going to disappear, and then ask my partner to be with me, and we would take off. I hate goodbyes and I hate crying in anyone’s presence, and this final commencement would be daunting enough without all the interpersonal and emotional junk. So, if I were healthy my partner and I would go do something for someone – either on an organized level like building for two weeks with Habitat for Humanity, or on some more serendipitous venture like taking whatever cash I could muster and walking up to people in some pleasant surroundings and giving the money away. I think I would like those surroundings to be one of our western National Parks. If I were ill, we would find a hospice that would respect my privacy and desire to be comfortable and quiet.