As you said, you've only partially read it. I think it's a bit premature to pronounce that the website is the primary reason and all else is secondary. Clearly

As you said, you've only partially read it. I think it's a bit premature to pronounce that the website is the primary reason and all else is secondary. Clearly none of us will ever truly understand, but this certainly struck me: >I began seeing the problems that come with aging some time ago. I was sick of leaving the garage door open overnight. I was sick of forgetting to zip up when I put on my pants. I was sick of forgetting the names of my best friends. I was sick of going downstairs and having no idea why. I was sick of watching a movie, going to my account on IMDB to type up a review and realizing I've already seen it and, worse, already written a review! I was sick of having to dig through the trash to find an envelope that was sent to me so I could remember my own address - especially since I lived in the same place for the last nine years! >And, here’s the clincher… it’s only going to get worse! >I didn’t want to die alone. I didn’t want to die of old age. I didn’t want to die after years of unproductivity. I didn’t want to die having my chin and my butt wiped by someone who might forget which cloth they used for which. I didn’t want to die of a stroke or cancer or heart attack or Alzheimer’s. I decided I was gettin’ out while the gettin’ was good and while I could still produce this website! I’ve been to the penthouse. It may only be a 10-story building, but I refuse to ride the elevator down to the basement! Nope, I'm going out on top. The rest of you can go out whenever you want. The meticulous planning and website are certainly symptoms of a certain kind of obsession, but he does outline what some might consider to be not wholly illegitimate concerns...