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In my sleep.
I want to fall head first into a wood chipper. The other way I'd like to die is a heart attack during sex with an asian pros ute.
In my sleep.
I don't care as long as I'm doing something fun. I do not want to die in my sleep. I just want my last few seconds on earth to be thrilling and I want to die laughing out loud.
They said the astronauts on the Challenger knew they were going to die and people think they must have been horrified. I prefer to believe they went out thinking, "What a way to die!!!" That's would have been my final thought if I'd been there.
ing zombies. I keep having nightmares about them.
after sex...that way the tombstone can say "he came, then he went"
I don't wan't to die...
But since I have to, I want to die in my sleep. I'm scared of getting shot or stabbed, especially in my back.
In Christ.
You must have really good friends.
Ha. You want to die "in Christ."
Nah, nothing to do with friends... It's if I had to die in such a way, I want to see who killed me.
I am not going to die.
Completely.
In the middle of a 3-way with young, hot chicks that I have no business being in bed with.
A bottle of good tequila and an "on demand" morphine drip.
...old & happy.
I'm goign to steal elpimpo's and say that I will shoot what people call a Heroic Dose worth of heroin into my blood stream, then pass out and die
Quickly...if it is slow and painful I might screw up my last words and say something dumb and obvious like....." .....i'm dying" (croak)...you know, instead of something important like i love my woman or kids..i dunno. just a thought.
If I have to die, and I imagine I do, I want to die like my father. My father died ing. He was 57 . . . and the woman was 18. He came and went at the same time. Didn't nobody cry at his funeral neither. Everybody just said "Lucky mother ah." And nobody else would the girl for two years. "No thanks, you already killed one mother ah with that pussy!"
--Richard Pryor
Defending my Fritos.
Happy.
In my sleep
I like this response
From Lance Armstrong's book....
"I want to die at a hundred years old with an American flag on my back and the star of Texas on my helmet, after screaming down an Alpine decent on a bicycle at 75 mph. I want to cross one last finish line as my stud wife and my ten children applaud, and then I want to lie down in a field of those famous French sunflowers and gracefully expire."
I want to die fast. Car crashes are cliche, and falling out of an airplane without a chute is overplayed. I want to die on my bike, in a head-on collision with a concrete wall. I want to die of a heart attack after completing the Death Valley Marathon. I want to die simultaneously from a severed spinal cord and gunshot wound to the head as I tackle a gun-weilding robber to the ground. But damnit if Lance didn't put it best.
Or, if all else fails, I want to die from sex. I want to die because my Pride and Joy went into overdrive, draining all the blood from the rest of my body in an instant.
Death in your sleep is for pussies. I want the last thing I do to be cool.
How do I want to die?
Painfully: Eaten by a shark or mauled by a Tiger/Lion/Bear.
Pain Free: Just sit back at the lake and reflect on life, fish, drink.
With Teh Eva
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