[ WP ] It 's the future , and people no longer die from aging . Barring accidents and murders , death is now a choice . Today , you 're attending a funeral , because last week , your best friend for hundreds of years , had chosen just that .

I decided to write a poem because it's easier than writing a narrative. 
 
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 Death's cold embrace, 
 
 I'd thought of it myself. 
 
 Immortality takes it's toll 
 
 On one's own mental health. 
 
 But now I lay a friend to rest, 
 
 A friend braver than me. 
 
 A friend who took the final step 
 
 To die with dignity. 
 
 I remember when the right to die 
 
 Was often front page news 
 
 Euthanasia it was called 
 
 But should we get to choose? 
 
 A lack of aging changed all that 
 
 In twenty-ninety-five. 
 
 Suicide became population control 
 
 As the death rate took a dive. 
 
 It's hard to talk about death and decay 
 
 So euphemisms we append; 
 
 The reality is his finger bones 
 
 Now stick through his finger ends.
