When he started writing he didn't think that it would be the last thing he ever wrote. All he wanted to do is say thanks and goodbye and that he'd lived a long good life and that he loved his wife and his family and that his stomach hurt a lot and that he didn't want to get sick and go to the hospital because it would use up all the money they had in the bank and he sure didn't want to do that because his wife wouldn't have anything to live the rest of her life on then. Anyway, he wrote he was old and it was okay for him to GO. When he got to the bottom of the page and signed off with the words "see you" and ps. "I'm not afraid." he put the pen down and put the note on the pillow on his bed. He walked through house out the backdoor and into the garage. He'd already rigged his car with the garden hose the night before. It was waiting. As he went through the house on the way to his car, he made sure his wife has gone to the store as usual that time of day. He slid behind the wheel. Turned the key. The engine started. His last thought was about his stomach and that soon it would not hurt any more.