i can't remember who i was talking to about how pissed i would be if i died peacefully in my sleep...
prismatism Death should be savoured...u only get one. [if you get more than one then the first one is not death] Occam
like my grandpa. peacefully in my sleep. unlike the other passangers in my grandpa's car.. all screaming and terrified. no thanks.
I want to die like a warrior Celt, on my knees, pierced through the heart by a jilted sword woman. Booga? Interested?
why does everyone want to die quickly and painlessly in their sleep? it's very possible that you only die once. i want to know it's coming, study it, explore it, and experience it completely. you wait your whole life to die. don't you want to know what it's like? it's the biggest mystery there is... not knowing you're dying is like reading a book up until the last page, and then burning it without ever reading the end.
Not sure how much you'd know what was coming if you went out like my grandmother did on morphine drip, but I can see your point.
It's not exactly how I want to die but this is how my friend says I will die: I will be 17,I will be shot in the head(just next to the vertabra) and it will hit a nerve that will distroy all feeling in my body but,after that happens I will go off into a coma type sleep and will die. BUT I want to die on the last float trip of the Year,I will be waste and will then proceed up the side of the bluff with my friends, then my last will be "In my time of dying I must not fear it ,but explore it......." and then some mumbling something like" i love you all" then kiss them all on their heads and have a romantic kiss with my husband or boyfriend or something and jump off
Now this guy had a good idea.[at the time ..lol]. His last minutes were NOT QUIET The Arizona Highway Patrol were mystified when they came upon a pile of smoldering wreckage embedded in the side of a cliff rising above the road at the apex of a curve. The metal debris resembled the site of an airplane crash, but it turned out to be the vaporized remains of an automobile. The make of the vehicle was unidentifiable at the scene. The folks in the lab finally figured out what it was, and pieced together the events that led up to its demise. It seems that a former Air Force sergeant had somehow got hold of a JATO (Jet Assisted Take-Off) unit. JATO units are solid fuel rockets used to give heavy military transport airplanes an extra push for take-off from short airfields. Dried desert lakebeds are the location of choice for breaking the world ground vehicle speed record. The sergeant took the JATO unit into the Arizona desert and found a long, straight stretch of road. He attached the JATO unit to his car, jumped in, accelerated to a high speed, and fired off the rocket. The facts, as best as could be determined, are as follows: The operator was driving a 1967 Chevy Impala. He ignited the JATO unit approximately 3.9 miles from the crash site. This was established by the location of a prominently scorched and melted strip of asphalt. The vehicle quickly reached a speed of between 250 and 300 mph and continued at that speed, under full power, for an additional 20-25 seconds. The soon-to-be pilot experienced G-forces usually reserved for dog-fighting F-14 jocks under full afterburners. The Chevy remained on the straight highway for approximately 2.6 miles (15-20 seconds) before the driver applied the brakes, completely melting them, blowing the tires, and leaving thick rubber marks on the road surface. The vehicle then became airborne for an additional 1.3 miles, impacted the cliff face at a height of 125 feet, and left a blackened crater 3 feet deep in the rock. Most of the driver's remains were not recovered; however, small fragments of bone, teeth, and hair were extracted from the crater, and fingernail and bone shards were removed from a piece of debris believed to be a portion of the steering wheel. Ironically a still-legible bumper sticker was found, reading "How do you like my driving? Dial 1-800-EAT-SHIT."
Fritz...yeh it was darwin awards. Here's another guy that ended in a most interesting way. And NOT QUIETLY 3 February 1990, Washington The following mind-boggling attempt at a crime spree appeared to be the robber's first, due to his lack of a previous record of violence, and his terminally stupid choices: 1. His target was H&J Leather & Firearms. A gun shop. 2. The shop was full of customers - firearms customers. 3. To enter the shop, the robber had to step around a marked police patrol car parked at the front door. 4. A uniformed officer was standing at the counter, having coffee before work. Upon seeing the officer, the would-be robber announced a holdup, and fired a few wild shots. The officer and a clerk promptly returned fire, covered by several customers who also drew their guns, thereby removing the confused criminal from the gene pool. No one else was hurt. It seems that to NOT have a guaranteed quiet death, one must 'plan for the future' lol