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Mad Max RW wrote:I'd rather suddenly disappear without a trace. That way you animals can't rape my dead body.
I guess we'll have to get all the rapin' done while you're still breathing.
Personally, I'd like to go out experiencing a strong emotion. I don't want to just waste away, but if I do go I want to be screaming rage or elated about something or other. Afterwards...well, I always went for The Big Lebowski death (have someone transport my ashes in a coffee can to a mountain and then scattered) but a funeral pyre would be cooler kekekekeke ^_^;;;
i wanna go out lying on the ground with three gunshot wounds from a .38, with my empty 1911 next to me and my partner withering in pain a few inches away while the father of the surrogate mother i kidnapped loads bags of money totaling 15 million dollars into an ambulance.
I'd like to be ready for it. Mabye falling from a high place, dying in a fight or just not dying. So long as it'd be something good and I get to say a one-liner.
As for my funeral I'd like a huge parade through the streets as my body with robot skeleton waves from an open casket then shot out of a cannon. At someone.
To die in ones sleep without pain and be remembered as a wise and kind old man. That´s a lot of work I still have ahead of me so I can not die any time soon.
Being run over by a black Porsche coming outta nowhere while I'm on my bike would be nice, preferably while I'm old, rich and staring at a really nice pair of boobs.
Funerals are for the living, so it's for them to decide. But it would be nice if they decided to burn me up and scatter my ashes at the Atlantic Coast.
i forgot who exactly but i'm sure some cultures, past and present, practice euphoric deaths with super cocktails of fun mind altering hallucigenics, pain killers and other kewl stuff
usually for those very sick who are in pain, they die smiling, no better way i think
and funerals are a fucking waste of money, instead of spending money to grieve, spend money to fucking celebrate, you fucking retards
cremate me and use the ashes to make soap or something to wash your face with in the morning, all in all the dead become part of the world again and in a way everyone is reincarnated when they die
To die: who cares? I like the whole "old-man-dies-with-trusty-dog-at-his-feet-and-good-book-in-hands", but it's not that important. I wouldn't like being tortured to death, I guess, but the rest works.
To be remembered: yeah right. Like Castro said: "I care not for fame. Human history won't be kept forever. Human beings won't be around forever. One day the sun will go out. So what's the point of fame?"
Use me as fertilizer. It works.
Ozrat wrote:I haven't been so oppressed since prom in 9th grade.
trythebill wrote:i wanna go out lying on the ground with three gunshot wounds from a .38, with my empty 1911 next to me and my partner withering in pain a few inches away while the father of the surrogate mother i kidnapped loads bags of money totaling 15 million dollars into an ambulance.
Heh. I liked that movie, too, although in that situation I'd probably end up being the guy that takes a load of buckshot to the crotch.