Morrie

"'You know how I am going to die?" he said. I raised my eyebrows. "I'm going to suffocate. yes, my lungs, because of my asthma, can't handle the disease. It's moving up my body. This ALS its already got my legs. pretty soon it'll get my arms and hands. And when it hits my lungs..."
He shrugged his shoulders. "...I'm sunk, (Pg. 36)."