According to a not-supported pronouncement by you can guess who, around 150,000 to 170,000 people die every day globally. I wouldn't be surprised if the correct figure was closer to 500,000. Whatever the impossible-to-ascertain correct figure, a lot of dying does go on every day. (I forebear to consider the number of daily births globally, as if we don't have enough people already, and how we'll run out of fish by 2050, etc.)
Assisted dying. Have you noticed the number of legislatures passing AD bills? States can't get enough of lightening their onerous populations, and quite sensibly. So much public and private money is wasted on parasitic geriatrics not dying quickly enough. Going by choice in full fettle is better than drooling oneself to death in a suppuration-induced senile coma. I know which I would prefer! By 2040, private-enterprise euthanasia Soylent Green-style will be as patronised as fast-food restaurants, and without the surly human service. Full automation will be the best part. The machine will take your photo, a sample of your breath and a skin scraping. Your updated automated will leaves everything to Euthanix Corporation. Once enclosed in the sealed gas chamber but still breathing (you'll have twenty seconds, twenty-seven if you don't inhale deeply), you'll be able to press the 'abort' button as you feel yourself bonding with the Machine's tranquilising reading of War and Peace in the original Mongolian, but nothing will happen. Then your body will be processed into fish-farm feed and Generation Duhhhh not used from human-cadaver baby food to human-tasting fish will wonder at the funny smell but be unable to articulate it. The AI brain implant will then project a photo of a flower onto the retinas, spoken and written words having been supplanted etc. So much to say about assisted dying! Lots of realities to explore before it's too late.
Religious and political objections to suicide: reinstating suicide as a capital crime offers a face-saving win-win for everyone.
Killing someone to accelerate one's statutory expectancy: exactly how does one enjoy the proceeds? Quite normally, I imagine, especially if she was dying anyway.
The world is basically three places: folks like us living ridiculously secure lives close to supermarkets; folks not like us living pitifully insecure lives proximately to religious and political homicidal maniacs; and the quiet humiliated room in our head in which we cower degraded and bewildered, wondering what on earth we are supposed to be doing here (hormones is what).
I shall be looking into the most painful of subjects: the dying and the death of animals. We humans ought to go down on our bended knees and beg the forgiveness of the animals we have hurt. I don't mean animals killed for food but wild animals trying to enjoy life in forests and jungles and in the clean air, killed and injured for our amusement, by our brutality, thoughtlessness, greed and stupidity. Baby elephants, for example.