Jade Goody and the "dignity" of dying.
Except, of course, there is no "dignity" in it. It is entirely dependent on where one is. The "first world" in a nice, clean bed with crisp white sheets. In the soi-disant third world dying in your own excrement. During the Great War of 1914-18 screaming. Miss Goody wishes to sell the "rights" of her demise to provide a public school education for her sons. Would they grow up to respect or despise her？ Which brings me on to the anonymity of death. In the trenches, or as the Honourable Lord So and so. Does the bullet hurt any less?