Actually, I could just go out in the meadow and lay down and die….I’d be gone by morning….The meadow spirits attend to such matters under the cover of darkness. My wife and kid could listen to the cheerful singing from the window. That would be my first choice.
You sound like my grandma. We were on a vacation in a cottage at the sea. She’s like: “If I die in the middle of the night, you can just push down the hill into the sea.”