Living Will, by Butch Morgan
Last night, my sister and I were sitting in the den and I said to her, “I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle to keep me alive. That would be no quality of life at all. If that ever happens, just pull the plug.”
So she got up, unplugged the computer and threw out my wine.
She’s such a bitch.