What Is A Man Worth Dying?

Dying would be so easy at his age. All that he would have to do is inject a massive amount of morphine into his bloodstream. It would lower his blood pressure exponentially, and he would become dizzy and nauseated. His skin would turn blue around his fingernails and lips. Then, he would stop breathing completely. He would fall asleep, and end up choking on his own vomit. He was ashamed to be fantasizing about his own death. Perhaps they would think back on him as a good man. A man worth remembering, maybe. “Here’s your order,” said the waitress in a cheery tone as she walked by his table. Oh, right, he was in a diner, waiting for his eight year old grandson. Oh, how his daughter would cry! He waited for his grandson, and looked around him.
There on the ground lay a yo-yo. It was an ordinary yo-yo, but it filled him with nostalgia from his childhood. He had fought for so long to live a meaningful life back then. Ignoring his father’s wish for him to work on the farm he grew up on, he studied hard and became a successful trial lawyer.