I don’t know when it will be, but I’ll not be a sad spectacle open to public pity. I’ll make sure no one finds me soon after my light has gone out.
I suppose walking off deep into a forest will safely take me beyond society’s sight. I also fantasize embarking on a final adventure of my otherwise uneventful life, like climbing up a cold mountain or sailing off into the sea.
I don’t know for sure how it will be. May be I’ll just end up digging a secret shallow grave. Let’s see. I still have months to go.