The problem with 'dying with dignity'

When I was an undergraduate at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, and for a year or so afterwards, I worked with people with developmental disabilities.

Most of the people I worked with were adults who lived in group homes. Some were quite high-functioning and had jobs and mostly just needed someone to drive them around, make them meals (to the best of my meager ability), administer medication and things like that. Others needed much more.