I wonder if I could kill a man with a spoon
I wonder if I could kill a man with a spoon
Gunned down by a gang of wizard wielding machine gun.
I am not insane, I just can't buy dreams. Don't judge me.
I would like to die the least painful way as possible. Die in my sleep or maybe due to old age. Although, I kind of want to die before my parents do. I don't want to experience losing anyone in my family. I don't want to die yet though. Maybe when I'm around 40 something, then I guess, I would be ready.
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at the end of my very happy and successful life, i am on my deathbed, when
That sounds exceedingly painful there
Knowing how much of a klutz I am I would probably trip and fall somewhere extremely deadly, but if I could avoid that I'd like a natural death/old age/however-you-call-it sort of thing because anything else would terrify me.
Why does nobody want to die honerable deaths?
If you're gonna die anyway, wouldn't you want it to be honerable?
Not to mention, if I'm rong and afterlives actually exist, honerable death would be the way to go
And if reincarnation is real
What if we respawn as a worm?
And then someone cuts me in half with a shovel
I'd call that the most honorable of deaths.
Though I doubt dying naturally =/= being worthy of being reincarnated into a worm.
Maybe a slug.
i even signed an official contract and we had a deep honorable talk about it beforehand and we had it notarized with barack obama's signature and a dab of his blood and the queen elizabeth gave us her consent and we were both knighted first
I want to die in a way so funny that even I appreciate it just as it's about to happen.
The only thing I am truly araid of is losing my sense of identity that I have now, I don't want future me to completely disagree with present me on everything (for an idea of what I mean, read all of 1984). That would suck horrendously.
I don't want to die in my sleep or whatever either because that's boring. Neither do I want to die honourably, because that's so cliched. I want to die the lying hateful asshole I have always been. But it be in a comically ironic way. Or just plain comedic.
Alternatively, doing something awesome, like taking over the world and converting the USA's nuke silos into a go-kart track, and keep them ready for launch AT ALL TIMES. Your cushioning if you crash is thermonuclear explosion and/or hot engine fumes. No better way than through your own deliberate stupidity.
I would like to ride on a nuke dropped out of a plane onto a city full of zombies...possibly while firing a machinegun wildly into the air.
That or one of those "Go on without me, I can hold them off!" deaths where I sacrifice myself to save others.
Actually you know what, I think I can combine the two, here we go: So I'm on plane and we have to nuke this city full of zombies before they spread. Unfortunatly in the air the remote detonator stops working! There's no time to land or to fix it, it will have to be detonated manually. So we drop the nuke on the city, I ride it down as it drops, then right before it hits the ground I combine the two wires that detonate it. Boom! Awesome death!
Its quick, painless, heroic, and would be fun as hell!
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After I accomplish something great, I'm going to die in the most anticlimatic way ever. Like discovering panacea, running in the streets, and then get stomped by a bicycle.
I just wanna weird the sh*t out of people on my deathbed (only after having serious goodbyes though). I'd probably go something like "Damn you [insert random name]... I will be twice the muffinman than you ever was"
"Our character... is an omen of our destiny, and the more integrity we have and keep, the simpler and nobler that destiny is likely to be." ~ George Santayana (1863-1953)
I think I'll vote for death by 'snoo-snoo.'
Short of that? I dunno? Some kind of celestial event that will end everything before I time to come with peace that everything is ending. That would be preferred.
Or maybe in battle. Valhalla sounds nice this time of year.
Actually even better, dying because time travel. Go forwards in time and assassinate my future self, only to find out it's a contract from not-so-future self so that he has to live with his guilt less or something.
Time loops yes please.
I'm at the beach on a desterted island. It's sunrise and I'm the only soul around. I lie back on the sand and listen to Nocturne Op.9 No.2 on my phone like the elitist douchebag I am. I try to chug Moët and Chandon but it spills everywhere and I choke. It doesn't really matter because my lungs were stuggling with every breath anyway. I almost, almost feel bad for wasting good wine. Mostly I think I can afford to be a little self-indulgent in my final moments. Peaceful, alone and facing it with all the fake courage I can muster.