A few months ago, some English bloke who had been hit with some mortal illness or debilitating disease or other decided that he wanted to die, but wanted legal cover for his wife to assist him in dying. He went to the High Court and duly lost his case, or Review, or whatever it was. He celebrated by refusing all food, and speedily died of, I think, pneumonia. His attempt at changing the law was quickly followed by another; and while personally not knowing or caring too much about either, I formed the opinion that they were both probably partly one slice short of a loaf, but eager for the publicity. The point is, that at least in Great Britain, whilst suicide is now not illegal, to procure someone to help you dying is still something just short of murder, or manslaughter, or both; and long may it continue.
Just imagine, if the Law was changed, the queues of eager relatives reaching for the pills, or the gas, or the powders, to ‘ease’ their elderly and troublesome, and sometimes wealthy relatives onto the easy, painless road towards the morgue and the crematorium!
We still have some standards left, even if they are under constant threat. As long as we don’t approach things like they are doing in Belgium, which is, incidentally, going in for a name-change along the lines of Auschwitz-lite. It is completely understandable of course, because if you are going to act like a Nazi towards tiny children, you may as well be known as one as well!