EMC Co-Founder Commits Suicide
The Register is reporting that EMC co-founder Richard Egan has committed suicide. The article has an interesting look back at some of his accomplishments. "Egan had an amazing life, encompassing involvement in the Apollo space program, the US Marines, starting and building the most successful storage company on the planet, and becoming the US ambassador to Ireland. Finally, aged 73 and facing a lingering death, he ended the battle decisively and on his terms. He was never a shrinking violet."
"Suicide" makes it sound like he was depressed. Sounds like this guy wasn't. He decided to go out on his own terms. He chose euthanasia. If only we all had such bravery when facing such a long debilitating decline.
What a coward! He should have faced his imminent slow and painful death like a man: by watching his dignity slowly fade away as he soils his bed and sobs uncontrollably about a life ill spent.
Wait, his life wasn't ill spent, so he realized that everything I just typed is bullshit. Society's attitude towards suicide is fucked up.
Rest in peace.
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No folly is more costly than the folly of intolerant idealism. - Winston Churchill
I hope you know what EMC stands for, because we're not gonna tell you.
May his memory live on forever in our... network attached storage devices.
MAKE IT ABOUT POLITICS! MAKE IT ABOUT POLITICS!
The parasitic life form screamed. It yanked at the pain centers and ticked at the pleasure center.
WHY DON'T YOU MAKE IT ABOUT POLITICS, DARLING?
The right brain felt the rumblings decided to make it about politics for the potential reward. The left brain agreed and began to spin together a narrative. It wasn't cohesive but it's enough for an impulse.
The human considered for a moment. "Oh, wow, a guy killed himself in the UK because he had terminal cancer. What a great segue into a discussion on Obama's healthcare plan and how counseling is good!" he thought.
The right brain relaxed. The left brain got to work. The parasite smiled and kicked at the bundle of nerves a few times. Good.
A rich fucker like him could've easily gone to one of those clinics in Europe and ended it in a more dignified manner. Imagine the poor bastard who ended up discovering his corpse... What an asshole.
He used the Hunter S. Thompson method, large caliber to the head approach.
In the same situation I would have gone to a nice comfortable hospice facility in a nice liberal country where they would have kept me comfortable until it was all over. With an army of lawyers to keep family and business associates at bay. He did have the money for it after all.
In case anyone is considering it, firearms are *not* 100% guaranteed. High probability, yes. Guaranteed, no. You can maim yourself, cause blindness, brain damage, have to eat through straws etc. Due to the circumstances we may not know exactly how long it took him to die.
Another bit of advice, make sure you get your living will and medical power of attorney put together. I've been in a situation where we just *barely* got the medical power of attorney signed in time. Without it it would have been an even worse nightmare than it was.
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There is a curious pattern in the suicide rates. The rates among ethnic groups who built the most prosperous, high-quality societies (i. e., Western societies) are the highest in the world. The rate in Japan and Europe is much higher than the rate in, say, Nigeria. Most African nations do have shockingly high death rates, but that is due to murder. Suicide is quite uncommon in Africa.
What Richard Egan did is very Japanese. He concluded that his life would be a burden on his family, his friends, and himself. So, he chose to die by his own sword. He died with honor.
Terminally ill residents of Oregon and Washington have the option of ending their own life within the existing medical framework. There are strict requirements and a number of checks and balances, but my understanding is that patients who request this option (and receive the appropriate approvals) are usually prescribed a lethal dose of a barbiturate. The high dose causes sleep and ultimately death. IMHO, this is significantly more dignified than a gunshot.
He had lung cancer AND prostate cancer. Late-stage lung cancer is horrible. My grandfather made use of the Death with Dignity Act in Oregon to request assisted suicide; we all supported his choice. It's hard not to when you see an intelligent, once-active man become delirious from pain, and bedridden due to having to be hooked up to machines that keep him from drowning to death (fluids in the lungs).
I'm one of the Oregon voters who voted twice for Death with Dignity, and am very glad that my grandfather was able to die at his own choosing, in a humane manner. (I don't think having to grab a shotgun and shoot yourself in the head, plus knowing others will find you and have to witness the scene, is humane - I say it not against Egan, but because I wish Egan had had a better choice.)
I'm glad that someone here is finally admitting the moral complexity of suicide. Slasdot, while incredibly smart about some things, is sometimes lacking. Slashdotters don't like grey areas. Often, the impulse is either to condemn something as entirely right, or entirely wrong. I suppose this isn't much different from the rest of society- I just expect more out of my beloved /.
In January of this past year, I was VERY close to suicide. How close, you might ask? Well, long story short, I had the rope fastened to a coathook in my closet, looped around my neck, but my closet wasn't tall enough to provide enough height for an instant death, and so I didn't go through with it.
There was no epiphany. I didn't "see the light." It was a simple logistical problem. That is the level that a suicidal person's thought has reached. There are no moral judgements. There is no more fear. There are no desires except one- to be free of the pain.
Looking back on it, I can see that, at that time in my life, I was almost reduced to an animalistic level of thought. (not animalistic in terms of survival instinct, but in terms of consciousness) I had no thoughts to spare about other people- in fact, I hated them for not being there for me.
I still wanted to commit suicide later. Eventually though, I realized that, having lost my fear of death, I was free to do anything. As Edmund Burke said, pain is only the introduction to the grandest of terrors: death.
Nowadays, I feel great. I still sometimes get sad about things that happened in the past... but I am free from fear. Once you face death, the fear of pain, and all other fears seem insignificant in comparison.
But I won't universally condemn euthanasia or the struggle to live. Universal condemnations are usually made by people who are not intimately acquainted with the complex nature of suicide. The only thing I will say is- if you are going to kill yourself, you are obviously free from the fear of death. Why not take advantage of that fact to live a life of free action?
Of course- if things get really bad, and I'm in a coma, or not strong/sentient enough to choose to die, lying there, withering away, I would hope that someone would pull my plug. Until that day though, I am going to live free, do everything I feel like doing, and never hold back.