When I had the flu a few years ago, I regretted not having a will. I texted a family member how to get my things in order, as that was all I could physically mu

When I had the flu a few years ago, I regretted not having a will. I texted a family member how to get my things in order, as that was all I could physically muster. Then I got better. It wasn't as bad as the flu could get, but I felt what it feels like to have your body stop so totally that even going to the bathroom to vomit is a herculean task, danger heightened by the stairs I'd stumbled past. It felt like I was simply going to die. And many have it worse, even among those who live. Of course, sometimes it's not too much. Broad range on these things.