Dignity, not Death

Fair warning, this is long. But it's important.

I opened my Substack inbox on April 1 and was struck by the very pretty face of a young woman leaning contentedly on a man's chest. The story headline read, "I'm 28. And I'm Scheduled to Die in May." It wasn't a joke. 

As I read the story, I was more and more horrified that life has become so cheap that unhappiness is often enough to generate assisted su…