My general practice doctor is about to retire.

On my last visit today he asked me
how I would prefer to die.
Like most people, I said. Quietly,
in my sleep.  But, I continued,
there is a wonderful 19th century hoist
built on top of the castle wall 100 metres from my house,
with a clear drop of nearly 10 metres.
We then had an interesting chat about the merits
and mechanics of hanging,
and what a mess would be caused
by my head actually being torn from my body,
such is daily cleared up (or not) in Tigray,
Ukraine, Yemen...to name but three.