Guess I'm a cynic because that occurred to me too.
It's easy to imagine. You've got six months to live. You move to a place where you won't run into people you know. You reconnect with relatives and childhood friends. You realize you could transfer your identity to a brother or friend and hand off your pension/social-security. Or avoid inheritance tax. Your wife and parents agree.
You die and are buried overlooking the blue Mediterranean. There's a small ceremony. The sun is shining. Life goes on.
Guess I'm a cynic because that occurred to me too.
It's easy to imagine. You've got six months to live. You move to a place where you won't run into people you know. You reconnect with relatives and childhood friends. You realize you could transfer your identity to a brother or friend and hand off your pension/social-security. Or avoid inheritance tax. Your wife and parents agree.
You die and are buried overlooking the blue Mediterranean. There's a small ceremony. The sun is shining. Life goes on.