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...months since Kevorkian last detonated the euthanasia debate, the public's craving for information has grown. The strangest best seller in memory still hovers at the top of the charts: Final Exit, by Derek Humphry, founder of the Hemlock Society, instructs people on how to die, or to kill. Last summer, Wantz said, she tried to follow the directions in the book. When she failed, she turned to Kevorkian...
...wife and father-in-law who took sleeping pills. A former journalist with the London Sunday Times and Los Angeles Times, he now makes his living promoting the right to die. He is the author of three previous books on the subject and founder and executive director of the Hemlock Society, a group based in Oregon that claims 38,000 dues-paying members. Its motto: "Death with Dignity...
Right-to-die groups hailed the move. "It's a belated victory," said Derek Humphry of the Hemlock Society. "She should have been allowed to die in the first year of her condition." Nancy Myers of the National Right to Life Committee countered that the ruling "represents a serious decline in how our society values human life." While the Cruzans' legal odyssey is ending, their struggle has persuaded many Americans to seek to avoid the same fate. Since the Supreme Court decision, right-to-die advocates report that inquiries about living wills have surged 500-fold...
...hopes to perfect his lounge act. Towing Billy, her eight-year-old who sometimes wore a look so awful "complete strangers had to fight off the urge to smack him," and a baby "who hadn't the slightest notion of what a father was," she arrives exhausted at her Hemlock Street dream house. Confronted by a lawn grown weedy, a kitchen reeking of rotten garbage, and a stopped-up toilet, she ignores all the signs of suburban hell and calls to Billy, "Never mind the way it is now. Think about the way it's going to look...
Though the timber industry has zealously replanted over the past two decades, the hallmark of old growth, biodiversity, has been lost. Gone are the broken-topped dead trees or "snags" favored by owl, osprey and pileated woodpecker. Gone the multilayered canopies and rich understory, the scattering of hemlock, incense cedar and sugar pine. Gone the centuries-old firs in their noble dotage. Increasingly, the forests have been transmogrified into tree farms of numbing uniformity, countless ankle-high seedlings and spindly saplings germinated from seeds selected for their productive capacity. The logging operations have tattered the seamless fabric of old growth...