Seriously, please. In the unfortunate unlikeliness that I just one day fall to the earth to face my doom, please leave me there, because, frankly, I bet I'd be better off. Hell, I wouldn't be any better off than I am now if I were to come out of it, so what's the point, really? Save the trouble, and while you're at it take this sticker and plaster it to my forehead when you get to the ER.

PLEASE NOTE: The presence of this sticker on your automobile is not a legally binding contract by which medical professionals make urgent care decisions. I mean, can you really expect a cardiac surgeon or trauma specialist to run out to your car to check what bumper stickers you might have? Plus, if you're holed-up in the ICU with a breathing bag stuffed into your throat and a half-dozen IVs coming out of your left arm, odds are you didn't drive your car there in the first place, you bonehead. C'mon people, use some common sense. I just don't get it, and I don't understand your logic sometimes, really.