I, Melvin Ashton, being of sound mind and body, do not wish to be kept alive indefinitely by artificial means.

Under no circumstances should my fate be put in the hands of pinhead politicians who couldn't pass ninth grade biology if their lives depended on it, or lawyers / doctors interested in simply running up the bills.

If a reasonable amount of time passes and I fail to ask for at least one of the following:-

Sex

Cold Beer
Mug of Coffee
Mug of Tea
Mug of Horlicks

Bacon buttie
Cajun Chicken
Indian Take away
Chinese Take away
Chips
Crisps

Eccles cake
Caramel Square
Chocolate
Ice cream

Sex

It should be presumed that I won't ever get better.
When such a determination is reached, I hereby instruct my appointed person and attending physicians to 'let me shuffle off the mortal coil' and pull the plug, reel in the tubes, let the 'fat lady sing,' and call it a day!