There's only one right when it comes to the Right to Die I have lost three grandparents and one great-grandparent in the course of my life -- two of them to cancer. It was not easy by any stretch of the imagination, and one of the main feelings that came with their deaths (other than the obvious sense of loss and heartbreak) was a profound feeling of relief that they would not have to suffer anymore. I can barely imagine how Tony Nicklinson and his family must feel, knowing today that their anguish (and Mr. Nicklinson's suffering) have been indefinitely prolonged by the High Court, which ruled that he was not allowed to seek the help of a doctor to assist him in committing suicide. Groups such as SPUC Pro-Life have welcomed the decision by saying that "compassion and solidarity are humane and caring responses to locked-in syndrome". It's one thing to whistle the tune and tell people to look on the bright side, but watching a family member in suffering -- from any kind of life-debilitating illness -- is nigh on impossible. And which do you imagine would "adversely affect many people" more -- losing a relative, or watching them painfully limp on, day after day, a mere shell of the person you know and love? Life, like everything, should be about quality, not quantity. I'd rather live for 40 happy years than for 80 miserable ones, and I doubt there are many out there who would disagree with