A dignified death if at all possible.
We watched our lovely elderly neighbour (the one I had to keep fixing the hedge trimmer wiring for) gradually fading. A few years ago he had a UTI and Sepsis. He was really diminished for want of a better term when he came out. He knew it.
He had a heart problem, was on warfarin, frusemide and some other medications. His ability was to get about was going. He told us repeatedly he had had enough, it wasn’t depression, more weariness, he had been on some great holidays, outlasted two wives and had some fun with some of the elderly ladies in our Close after this. He wanted to go on his terms but no, he had to slide into that shitty condition, Dementia, suffer a large operation to sort out a hernia, endure a hospital related infection before going into a nice care home which hated. We saw him the day before he died and it was gut wrenching to see the happy, full of banter, cheeky bloke reduce to babbling incoherence in a hospital bed begging to die.