During a recent conversation with a coworker – an amiable, yet inflexible christian – we addressed the topic of euthanasia. I will paraphrase what all I recall.
Me: Do you think that euthanasia is ever the right thing?
Her: Well, no.
Me: If I had an inoperable disease, or I could only live by being attached to machines, I would want to be put down.
Her: It’s suicide. It’s wrong.
Me: It’s no way to live.
Her: I believe in miracles. You could miss out on a miracle if you don’t wait, & you’d go to hell if you commit suicide.
Me: . . .How about all the rain we’ve had lately.
When someone reveals that a belief in hell influences their thought processes, the conversation has reached its end. As an atheist, I would rely on evidence & facts; afterlife consequences are therefore inconsequential.
If it was explained to me by experienced physicians that I would die from some terminal ailment, & suffer up until that inevitable time, I would opt to die if that was an option for me. I would also like to be put down if I was in a permanent vegetative state.