My answer is different now than it was in 2007. I'd care about different things. The hedonism wouldn't really be an issue. It would depend what I was dying of, but if it didn't involve too much pain or disability, it would be something of a relief, though not being the one making the decision is an unsettling thought. Not a lot of people to live for, right now; nobody I can think of who'd care for me at the end. Kind of a lonely thought. I suppose I'd try to spend more time with people- maybe cut back hours at work- but, really, there's nothing especially meaningful I'd probably do, or feel the need to do.