I would like to Die watching the sun set over the ocean, will have a pill/injection ready. I want to die on my terms, my body will tell when it is time.
Two of my great-grandfathers went in two ways I wouldn’t mind going:
One died of a massive heartattack on his back steps with one boot on and one boot off as he was about to go out and do the morning chores on the farm.
The other was killed instantly when he pulled out in front of a semi and his car was t-boned. He couldn’t see the semi coming because of the huge mid-winter snow banks were so high and blocked his view of the road.
Both were up in years and went quickly and before they had gotten to the point where they couldn’t do a lot of the things that they loved.
in the last 10 months docs found a tumor on my father’s throat.
i’m seeing a strong man slowly loosing his physical strenght. But still fighting.
In april the tumor seems gone. My father slowly get back in strenght.
Now he is in the hospital. Tumor come back to say hello… this time a surgery was the solution.
I see my father “fading” but is eyes still “burns” of his proper strenght.
i hav to die, more than a time i came really near to death. When weill be my time i would like to have the strenght of my father to face the dark lady and fight. nothing more. nothing less.
I want to die fighting for something I believe in (like toilet paper under or over).
Of course I don’t plan to die, nor do I plan on being a rundown 85 year old man. Not sure how to make those two jive yet, but I’m working on it.
With God’s name on my lips.
A few seconds after saying “What’s the worst that could happen?”
I plan on living forever or dying trying. Catch 22 anyone?
But no really, from a Hemingway perspective it isn’t about how you die, it’s about accepting death. He argues strongly that you aren’t really alive until you accept death. Fight Club also hits on this point, but why not go with the prick literary reference if you can? I’m not sure about this viewpoint though, because as a young and mostly dumb 21 year old, I sure as hell know that the greatest part of being young is being positive that you’ll live forever.
I take stupid risks, treat my body like crap sometimes. I count my grams of protein but never my salt intake, because 21 year olds never get heart attacks, right? I’m willing to travel to dangerous places, stuff like that.
Sometimes I do ask myself, “If I died today, how would I feel about that?” (assuming I got a few minutes to reflect before I enter whatever afterworld there is). And I’ve had a full life, enjoyed almost all my time here. I used to focus on having things, but after hearing the phrase “He who dies with the most toys is, nonetheless, still dead”, I decided to collect experiences instead.
So ya know, I wouldn’t be extatic about leaving this place we call home, but I don’t think I’d have any regrets. I said this quote at my grandfather’s funeral and really believe it. It’s Nelson Mandela, “When you were born, you cried and everyone around you smiled. Live your life so that when you die, you’re smiling and everyone else is crying.”
By transcending life into a spiritual vortex.
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[quote]pookie wrote:
A few seconds after saying “What’s the worst that could happen?” [/quote]
I was thinking of dying after saying “I can do that…” then doing something friggin’ awesome!
I think Hunter Thompson had it right. You wait until the quality starts to wain and then have a party with all your friends and family and in the middle of it go into the next room and jump on the A train.
soon
my best childhood friend was an officer in the marines and was awaiting flight training to become a pilot. he lived a life that I admired very much. on monday, he caught a bullet in the face and died instantly. i dont even know how to say this, it might sound ridiculous, but that’s the way to go out. not the violence but the honor. He was only 23, but he didn’t have to live another 10 minutes to have lived a more respectable and fulfilling life than most people will ever come close to
[quote]belligerent wrote:
my best childhood friend was an officer in the marines and was awaiting flight training to become a pilot. he lived a life that I admired very much. on monday, he caught a bullet in the face and died instantly. i dont even know how to say this, it might sound ridiculous, but that’s the way to go out. not the violence but the honor. He was only 23, but he didn’t have to live another 10 minutes to have lived a more respectable and fulfilling life than most people will ever come close to[/quote]
I’m sorry to hear about your friend. God bless.
I want to die during sex.
Unfortunately, I’m a stubborn chinese woman and the stubborn chinese women in my family lived over 100 years and long outlived their husbands by decades, so the chances of that are very low.
I guess everyone wishes this- to be at peace with your life before you die. So I try to live every day like it’s my last, you never know. So I’m always showing and telling the people I love that I love them every day. Then if something happens to them or me, I’ll know they knew.
at the age of 97 in bed with 4-5 20 year old women
I want to die having sex with a bunch of 20 year old women too…
But I’ll also be simultaneously watching a six-way fight-to-the-death between a Siberian tiger, a kodiak bear, Chuck Norris, the entire defensive line of the Philadelphia Eagles, and a very angry badger. I’ll have another set of hot 20 year olds hand serving me the finest meats and alcoholic beverages from around the world. I will die while simultaneously climaxing for the nineth time and witnessing the badger win.
I will have the best death in all of human history.
An overdose on great pills, flake cocaine, and hard liquor. Ya know, rocker style.