My mortality

If I wake up one day in the hospital bed, with the doctor telling me that I’m on bypass— which means I’m beyond hopeless and relying on the machine—saying that this is just going to keep me alive for a few more hours. What do I do?

If I have to lay there dying, with people I know strolling in one by one to say goodbye, what do I do?

And if I have to say something what would I say? Leave me alone and let me die alone?

And what if I am only in my twenties and my parents are crying and my brothers are hurting and my relatives are mourning and my friends are freaking out? Do I have to sit there in the middle of the static sterile hospital room trying to be calm and all?

Can I join in the crying or should I?

Would saying the last prayers make it all okay?

And which one of you want to volunteer to pull the plug eventually? Or rather, which one of you is the right one to do so?

I just saw this scenario on the cutting-edge TV series House. And I just had to think.