I would prefer not to die alone. Not only for the company in probably one of, if not the biggest, scariest, event in someone’s life, but also because of the logistics. I’d hate to be going out, unable to move while laying on the kitchen floor, and desperately, deliriously, thirsty with 2 days worth of shit caked in my pants.

That said, if going alone seems to be the case, I’ll try to arrange things in advance and face it with some degree of stoicism.