Well, let's face it, we are ALL terminal. No, not in the way that people with TI are, but eventually we all die. And I agree with others that the last days and weeks of terminal illness are not pleasant. My sister died of metastasized liver cancer and it ain't pretty, if anyone actually thought it was. There isn't doing anything the last weeks. You stop eating and all goes down from there. You get weaker and weaker, the pain gets more intense, you get put on more medication, you crap yourself. What a party. Eventually, you're "out" but you are still alive. You're heart wants to keep beating. That's what it does. I saw her take her last breath and it took quite a while to get to that point from when she got in the bed. I've witnessed three people take their last breath. My sister, an older friend, and my mother. The older friend and my mother were from "old age", basically worn out hearts, that still doesn't just quit in an instant. The weakening heart causes a lot of other issues as you are on your way out. It's all terminal illness. There ain't no partying going on because, simply, you are unable to. You can't even go to the bathroom yourself.