So Terri Schiavo is dead, via a method we would not use to terminate the life of a serial killer. Or a stray dog, for that matter. I'm glad they gave her plenty of drugs. I only pray that they gave her enough to keep her unaware. It's a painful way to die.
I do have one question. Way back when Terri allegedly told her husband she would not wish to live in a persistent vegetative state, do you think she also tacked on, "Oh, Michael, and after you starve me to death for two weeks, please refuse to let my grieving parents give me a decent burial according to our faith."