It makes me so sad to read about the many people who are so miserable that they want to leave life. I LOVE life. I go to music venues, concerts, plays, happy hours, etc., and I am retired from a lengthy career. I live alone (with an adorable dog), have a nice condo, can drive and care for myself without help. My problem is my advanced age and the certainty that something will definitely change my status--maybe quickly--and I want to be prepared to avoid the inevitable indignities of the elderly. I must NOT be compelled to go to a home, as I would not enjoy socializing with other elderly people. I must NOT be forced to spend my days horizontal, just waiting to die. When that time comes, I want to be able to go to sleep and not wake up, and I must be prepared to make the decision while my mind is still functioning properly. The perfect pill sounds best to me.