Physician assited suicide should be a personal option. I remember when my Mom was dying she said: "If I am not dead in a week, call Kevorkian." She died nine days later, peacefully, beautifully. I remember it was near the end, Mom was comatose, but still hurting and the nurse held her morphine injection because her respirations were 10.
Thankfully, this nurse was just getting off duty and the next nurse kindly continued to give her the MS as ordered, despite the respiratory count. Yes, it slowed her respirations and may have hastened her death. I would have done that and more for Mom myself, if possible, because that was her wish.
About the other side. Definitely something there. My sister and I had an experience that is impossible for us to discount or forget. About 2 hours before Mom stopped breathing, my sister and I simultaneously felt a never before experienced serene calm that lasted about 5 minutes. The room got noticably cooler, we both became silent. It felt like there was an opening of some sort above us. We both felt an unbelievable and never before experienced sense of love and peace consume us. Slowly, the room warmed and were able to talk to one another again. It was then, we then realized we had both felt the very same thing. I believe that is when Mom really died.
Prior to this experience, Mom had been having this "conversation" that occurred after she seemed to have stopped being concious of us and her surroundings. It sounded like an review of her life; it was like she was answering someone's questions. She would pause, appear to be listening, then give answers about her life. Amazing.
Dad died two years later. I was rushing toward Mass General, trying to get there before he bled to death with a AAA. About 50 miles from the hospital, I again felt that same sense of loving calm as I had when Mom died. Same thing. I had been so stressed, racing to see him, then I was calm. I slowed down some because I "knew". When I got there, he was gone. My sister told me he had died about an hour and a half earlier. Considering I got totally lost in Boston due to the horrendous construction that is always going on, his time of death coincided just about at the same time as my "feeling." I believe.