Sometimes during the fall. Not this year though, probably next year. I would have liked to die on the same day one of my favorite authors, Thomas Bernhard, died (February 12th), or on my birthday. Dying on the same day I was born would have been such a symbolic act. Unfortunately, the place which I had in mind for my death and internment is known for its long and brutal winters, so that rules out both Feb. 12th and my birthday. I don't really want to die in the spring or the summer, so that leaves me with fall. So I think fall 2019 would be a good time for me to go. But even if I don't make this date, it's just a matter of time before I die.
My life is just a form of procrastination.