The life support machines say he’s still alive.

Poor guy. 

What about us? 
We don’t have any beeps, or wires, or little white dots telling us we’re alive, so how do we know? I guess we just take each other’s word.

I suspect that is why sometimes I actually like pain. It reminds me of the fact that I’m still alive. As scientifically proven by my beating heart, flowing bloodstream and firing of neurons in my brain.

It’s so much easier to ascertain death.