Not only do I know Dr. Jack Kevorkian, but I know Neal Nicol, as well.

As a matter of fact, Neal sat down beside me in a theater in Kalamazoo, Michigan, to watch the socially evolved play, Good Death, that was created by the theater members at Western Michigan University, last October, and does a tremendous job at conveying the real Dr. Kevorkian to the public.

I had a bit of a problem with John Goodman in the role of Neal Nicol, due to the overabundance of belly and body fat the actor carries about. I was with Neal 15 years ago and 6 months ago, and, I can tell you that, yes, Neal Nicol is a big man, but he is not a big slump of fat like the actor who portrayed him.

I know a movie is a movie, but when the people are real and are the very people who helped my son, Nick Loving, escape the protracted suffering of Lou Gehrig’s and die a Good Death, the film is seen through a unique prism, one of actual experience.

By the way, Nick passed away on Neal’s couch in the living room of his lovely home, which had been used before and broken into by the police so many times that Neal put a sign over the front door saying, “Police Entrance.”

On Thursday, April 15, 2010, John Goodman was a guest on The View, following a discussion on the merits of assisted death, as a result of the HBO movie premier about Dr. Kevorkian.

Why John Goodman? Because he portrays Neal Nicol, Dr. Kevorkian’s friend and assistant, in the HBO production, You Don’t Know Jack, which premiered in New York on Wednesday night, April 14.

Thumbs down for John Goodman, who was so fucked up, on who knows what, that he failed to say anything about the movie. He failed to live up to his contractual obligation to PROMOTE the work. If I were HBO, I would sue him for breach of contract.

The showcase of John Goodman on behalf of You Don’t Know Jack was a promotional failure.

By the way, my beloved Nick left this world in the home of the REAL NEAL NICOL!

Good Death, the play brought to life through the collaborative gifted talents of the theatrical group at Western Michigan University and the esteemed Tectonic director, Kelli Simpkins, portrays the truth about Dr. Kevorkian.

Kalamazoo residents are just the first to see the doctor for who he really is, as a result of the most powerful ground-breaking play of the 21 century. Good Death is an electrifying work that will forever change the way this country looks at the doctor, those he helped, and the phenomenon we call death.

SFGate, home of the SF Chronicle, is littered with hatred for a man, a doctor, named Kevorkian. You can see for yourself, if you care to read the opinion piece entitled You Really Don’t Know Jack, written by Debra J. Sanders.

She believes she knows more about the world renowned Dr. Kevorkian than the “fawning interviewers” who have posed questions at him. Miss Sanders is ill informed on the reality about death, dying, and euthanasia in this nation & equally ill informed regarding the doctor she hates.

She stated Dr. Kevorkian engaged in “mercy killings for healthy people.” She even said that “some of Kevorkian’s victims were not even sick.”

The Internet is full of this garbage. Her tone and hatred for the good doctor reminded me of another voice out there on the web, and what do you know? It is the voice of her husband, Wesley J. Smith.

I had to laugh! People with nothing but opinions acting out of pompous ego! Best of all, the comments left by readers were not impressed with her opinions.

I believe (no matter who we are) our destinies are mapped out for us as sure as the unseen wind moves its way through the abundant leaves. I do not mean to say that we are not given free will in this lifetime, for that we assuredly are given, each of us. Consider, though, that we have no control over the day and age, time or circumstances into which we are born on this small planet.

The heavens knew that my sons would precede me to the wonders of the next world, and, that I would be left behind to speak to you about the incredible triune love that we shared, love that gave us the power to live life in full appreciation of our mortal roles and spiritual beings.

The Heavenly Father knew that he would take both my boys before he would take me. It is his will that I remain on earth to promote an evolutionary step in society, to help promote a more civilized means of approaching death, a more peaceful and constructive means to end this phase of life, a less painful means of leaving this world to begin anew in the next world.

Both of my boys were special, but Nick was exceptional in many ways, and, that was why he was chosen to pass through the ardent struggle of Lou Gehrig’s syndrome, only to receive the blessing of euthanasia at the compassionate hand of Dr. Kevorkian. Nick felt so strongly about his destiny with Dr. Kevorkian that he was compelled to call on the Arizona Republic newspaper to record his thoughts and feelings about the right to have an assisted death, and, to chronicle his personal experience.

Nick said that Dr. Kevorkian’s willingness to help him was like winning the lottery. Dr. Kevorkian had only helped 21 people in a five year span. What were the chances that he would help a 27 year old man dying in Phoenix, Arizona? One in a billion? Whatever those odds were, Nick was chosen.

He received the good death, with me at his side. His choice of music for his earthly departure was a CD by Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the Moon. My son left with his hand in mine. It was a beautiful way to die. We should all have the right to die with a physician to aid the process along.

Nick was able to escape medical tyranny to die the good death. Drew was not so fortunate. In fact, for Drew, the medical tyranny was compounded by the tyranny of the court. Doctors abused Drew to a far greater degree than they did Nick and, with the help of the court, caused Drew to loose all his rights while in a coma.

Drew felt just as strongly as Nick about the right to be in control of your own destiny. He supported Dr. Kevorkian and lauded the doctor’s eleventh-hour intervention in our lives as an act of compassion. Drew, like Nick, considered a physician-assisted death to be a natural right of the people.

We live under medical tyranny in this country and Drew’s death did not come without the battle to free him from the courts and the clutch of lying doctors who dared to throw their power around like gods filled with the madness of their own egos.

Even after his death, this lawless state of Arizona would not leave well enough alone. Based on one phone call by a drug-dependent, mentally ill sister of mine, my son’s body was seized from the funeral home by police force and taken to the coroner’s office, where my son’s body was desecrated by an autopsy. No warrants were issued based on any probable cause. No police reports! No warrants! No freedom!

Just a blatant illegal search and seizure by the officials of this lawless state of Arizona, which stood in total disregard of the 4th Amendment of the United States Constitution! Tyranny!

Nick was able to escape Arizona. Drew was not.

My beloved twin son, Nick, had the grave misfortune to be stricken down by a syndrome the world once called creeping paralysis, an unstoppable electrochemical imbalance that takes the essence of life away from human flesh and causes it to die on the bone. Lou Gehrig’s syndrome, an inescapable death sentence.

Nick was diagnosed in October of 1993 (after noted physical decline all year) and by May of 1994, when life had been reduced to torment and torture and he had nothing to look forward to except further decline Nick expressed a desire and a need to die. He wanted a doctor to look at his paralyzing terminal condition through his heart and mind, not through cold indifference and lack of mercy for the suffering he was forced to endure.

Would a doctor in Arizona help Nick Loving die so he would no longer have to suffer?

Such a question is punishable under the dictates of medical tyranny. Asking a doctor for help to die means you will be labeled a mentally unstable individual, subject to incarceration in a mental institution. The doctor has all the power and the dying have none.

Can you imagine your son begging you to end his life because a doctor would not help him?

Thank God Dr. Kevorkian responded to his plea for mercy. It took the burden off my shoulders and kept me from going to prison for assisting my son in his need to die fully and completely and, thus, end the torment and torture the syndrome caused him to suffer.

It was Friday, May 12, 1995, when my beloved son was granted his last wish. Before he left this world to take up life in the next, Dr. Kevorkian asked my son, at the end of an interview, if he had any last words for the  world. My son, who could barely articulate due to the dead muscles in his throat, responded by saying,

“Yes, I would like to quote Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Free at last. Free at last. Thank God Almighty, I’m free at last.”