How do you want to die?
How do you want to die?
Here are some possibilities to choose from:
1. A bullet from your own gun shot by your 4 year old kid.
2. Drowning
3. Beheaded by an Islamist
4. Thrown off the roof of a tall building
5. Carbon monoxide while sitting in your car in a garage
6. Overdose of heroin
7. Drawn and quartered
8. Dragged behind a car
9. Run over by a bulldozer
10. Hung from a crane
11. Put through a woodchipper
12. Frozen alive
13. Thrown into a pit of alligators
14. Chopped up by a machete
15. Burned alive
16. Consumed by a shark
17. Swallowed by a huge python
18. Thrown out of an airplane
19. Massive coronary infarction
20. Starvation
21. Buried alive
22. Suffocating from choking
23. Being hit by lightning
24. Trampled by a mad elephant
25. Blown up by a terrorist bomb
I’m sure there are many other possibilities. Choose your poison, so to speak.
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Hit by lightning Buzz.... pop and sizzle. Although as an electronic technician years ago, I never liked getting shocked by the equipment.
How do I really want to go...... with all my mental faculties intact. Alzheimer's leaves one with no dignity.
I'm with Fly. Lightning is quick. I'm also with Hal, as in I don't want to die. In fact, I have been on a long quest all my life to find the meaning to it. Death seems like such a waste.
Wilbur didn't want to die either - he certainly complained enough about it.
Wilbur was a smart pig! Neither did Babe!
"That will do, pig.. that will do"
"Baa ram ewe.....!"
Want to die? I don't. I suppose if I had to die, a heroin overdose would be the most pleasant. Never tried the stuff, but the look on a junkies face when they plunge the needle in makes it clear that it's a very pleasant feeling. I'd rather be dead than addicted to heroin though.
Maybe one of those monsters you're collecting will come to life and do the trick.
(That's not a wish, Hal. It was just a concern.)
Once I found out that I couldn't take it with me, I've decided not to go.
Perhaps you're practising the wrong faith, Kavika. Was it the ancient Egyptians who tried to do that? There was an ancient Chinese Emperor who tried to take a whole army with him to maintain his power in the afterlife.
Plus side.... Look at all the jobs created by the government given the construction effort Buzz.....!
It's almost midnight here so I'm off to bed. I'm disappointed that we didn't yet hear from the one prolific member of NT who probably would have chosen crucifixion. Oh well, tomorrow is another day.
In my sleep.
My father would have answered this: "Shot by a jealous husband!" Actually, he was very fortunate-- his heart just quit beating because his adrenal gland failed-- no pain, no struggle, just that's it...
I hope to die at peace and with no pain. With my cat on the bed beside me, holding the hands of my loved ones... In lieu of that, I'll take something quick and painless, like a lightning bolt from the sky.
In my sleep seems the best way.
Let Me Die a Young Man's Death by Roger McGough
Let me die a youngman's death
not a clean and inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death
When I'm 73
and in constant good tumour
may I be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sports car
on my way home
from an allnight party
Or when I'm 91
with silver hair
and sitting in a barber's chair
may rival gangsters
with hamfisted tommyguns burst in
and give me a short back and insides
Or when I'm 104
and banned from the Cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
and fearing for her son
cut me up into little pieces
and throw away every piece but one
Let me die a youngman's death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax and waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
'what a nice way to go' death
I want to die in my own bed, at home, with my cats beside me.
My father always said he wanted to die after being shot by a jealous husband, but I'm sure that was a joke. The fact is, none of us want to die, unless we're suffering...
Shameless - that's how I want to die.
Incinerated in the rings of Saturn. (That should take awhile.)
Peasured to death.
However I die, I want to do so reciting the Viduy, culminating in the Shema.
That is to say, I want to expurgate any sins staining my soul so when I appear before G-d I can do so in purity.
Going from this to the world to come I want my last words to proclaims the Unity of G-d.
I have and continue to try to live a G-d centered life of service to humanity.
I see no reason to transit form here to there in any other fashion.
A person should die as they lived.
Peace and Abundant Blessings To One and All (and a Long Happy Fulfilling Life to Boot).
Enoch,
Watching the heat death of the universe.