Developing Alzheimer’s or some other form of dementia and having my memories, my personality, the fundamental makeup of who I am eroded little by little until I’m the equivalent of a drooling vegetable. Maybe I’ll have moments of lucidity and then start crying, knowing that it won’t last and I’ll go back to being a breathing meatsack and nothing more, a burden who can’t remember what I had for breakfast much less my family or life before the disease took hold. Just kill me at that point