Slow death is one of the scariest phrases in the English language. At 61, I’ve already begun contemplating the many terrible ways I might die. While a quick demise can rob us of the opportunity to bid a proper farewell, I’d choose that over a debilitating, vegetative, painful and costly high-tech state of non-being. And many others among my generation feel the same way. We belong to the giant, pushy, opinionated boomer demographic, and we will inevitably impact the Canadian way of death.