Before the recent dystopia shit, my plan was simple. Die before my mind gives out, hence not caring about being a fatty or alchy. Historically just about all my relatives have gotten some degree of dementia between 65 and 75. Having watched my grandparents deteriorate one by one, I do not want to go out that way and I do not want my wife to watch me go out that way. Unfortunately she wants me to hang in there as long as she does and her fam does not have this issue. The dystopia shit might be a blessing in disguise for me, because odds are good we will be in the first wave of casualties when the Minecraft Server launches. Not how I wanted it, but beats slowly ceasing to exist as a person through mental deterioration.
Guess we will see how it all plays out.