I've lived alone since my husband died four years ago. I have creative work that I love - I'm lucky - but I'm also VERY old, and would like to leave the party at a time of my choosing, before all the distasteful crap that goes with ageing kicks in. I could go to Switzerland - I'm already a member of one of the clinics, and I can afford it - but there are emotional complications with that, so a DIY job might certainly be on my menu, but who would find me? Even more uncomfortably, who would I alert? Being seriously ill and alone hasn't happened to me yet, but I've come pretty close. Yes, I have friends, colleagues, family (my daughter and grandchildren live in Cornwall, but I live in London). I adored my husband, and wanted to leave the year I lost him, so did plenty of research, but dying alone is such a cold and miserable way to go, although once you'd left, you wouldn't be aware of that, or indeed, anything else! No one checks on me regularly. All scary to think about.