If a 58-year-old life-long alcoholic wants to drink themselves to death, that seems like their business. Everyone is all for bodily autonomy until it isn't pretty.
Literature was what he turned to for passion and excitement, where he entered a world of questions he could not answer, so he finished a novel or poem or story feeling blessed with humility, with awe of life, with the knowledge that he knew so little about how one was supposed to live.