In a hot tub.
With at least three gorgeous babes.
Assuming my wife precedes me, of course.
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How would you choose to die?
- Thread starter UncleFluffy
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In a hot tub.
With at least three gorgeous babes.
Assuming my wife precedes me, of course.
- Feb 27, 2005
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In my sleep, after a long, long life, after getting a few beers in me and thinking about bacon in the morning.
OR
In a hail of bullets sometime in my 80s, vowing to hold my position and take a bunch of the enemy with me.
Granted, I have no idea how the second one would come about, who the enemy would be, or what position I'd be holding...but it sounds awesome when I think about it
OR
In a hail of bullets sometime in my 80s, vowing to hold my position and take a bunch of the enemy with me.
Granted, I have no idea how the second one would come about, who the enemy would be, or what position I'd be holding...but it sounds awesome when I think about it
See the whole sex thing. No. I don't want to traumatize to poor girl that will be with me when it happens. All we can be sure about is most of us will die in pain. How much of it and how long it will last, we're not as certain but 1/3 of us will be from cancer. So it doesn't really matter, life will probably make sure that however we die, it totally will suck.
I decided this is the way I want to go long ago, but replace heroin with acid or some other ultra potent hallucinogen. Also, a giant inflatable tomato costume would be a nice touch.
But eww, hookers? I HAVE MORE SELF-RESPECT THAN THIS. Even if i'm old, it would be a proper woman, not some painted jezebel! Nah-uh sir, not this guy. If i WAS to go during sex, even if i was way old and all dried up, it would be some hot younger(ish) woman that wants me because i have lots of money from a good retirement plan and can provide things for her...............oh right....Yeah, hooker i guess.
between Halle Berry and Scarlett Johanson
Both of these at the same time please.
On a more serious note I'd like to go when I'm alone. I hate people fussing over me and would hate to be laying there helpless while people fight to bring me back. Another way I'd like to go would be while helping someone else; I don't believe in an afterlife, but I'd still like my final act to be selfless if at all possible. Now to figure out how to do that while alone and with Halle and Scarlett while helping someone in need.
I never give much thought to how I'm going out. I was thrust into this world without being consulted and I expect I'll be removed in much the same way.
The difference would be if I found out I was about to begin a long slow downward slide to the end. In that case I'd get my affairs in order and take care of it myself. I was enough burden on my family and friends during an extended recovery from a very (physically) traumatic injury to semi crippled status to ever want to put them through any worse BS like having to feed and change me.
I have specified no memorial and my remains are going to the body farm in the hope that I might continue to be a useful contributor for a while longer.
I have no clue what will become of whatever soul I might manage to not sell in life. perhaps I'll be one of the lucky ones and will have bartered off the last chunk just prior to going through my final checkout.
Beyond that, I'm much too grateful for what I'm granted every day when I open my eyes to waste much time or effort worrying about the end. It will be here soon enough.
The difference would be if I found out I was about to begin a long slow downward slide to the end. In that case I'd get my affairs in order and take care of it myself. I was enough burden on my family and friends during an extended recovery from a very (physically) traumatic injury to semi crippled status to ever want to put them through any worse BS like having to feed and change me.
I have specified no memorial and my remains are going to the body farm in the hope that I might continue to be a useful contributor for a while longer.
I have no clue what will become of whatever soul I might manage to not sell in life. perhaps I'll be one of the lucky ones and will have bartered off the last chunk just prior to going through my final checkout.
Beyond that, I'm much too grateful for what I'm granted every day when I open my eyes to waste much time or effort worrying about the end. It will be here soon enough.
Yeah, doesnt sound like a bad way to go.
With a note in my wallet "Dont worry hun, the cash is in the nightstand"
I think Id just like to go on a long walk through the woods in which I never return. And no one ever finds my body, this way someone could always speculate that perhaps I was abducted by aliens.
In all seriousness, my friend Tim died peacefully, in his sleep a little over a year ago. His heart just stopped.
I would take that end.
I would take that end.
The old Alaska gold rush joke abt becoming a genuine sourdough.
Drink a gallon of rum, fight and defeat a grizz, and have sex with an eskimo woman.
Guy takes up challenge, drinks rum, disappears out the door. Returns much later, cloths torn almost all off, body ripped up almost as bad, still drunk as a lord, and asks, "Ok where's that eskimo woman I've gotta fight?"
I'd like to get hit by a small meteor, just to stick it to all those smug lightning strike victims that think they're so special.
