I would like to die a quick painless death, hell I wouldn't want to know what was trying to kill me...
To be fair, we're all gonna die someday...
Fighting my way out, be it man, animal, demon, skinwalker, fuck it I'd go down fighting satan himself. Something to be remembered by, albeit satan'd fuck my shit up with his godly powers, but fuck it. Maybe Valhalla will let me in for one last battle.
This is the only way for me
. If you want to maintain your self after death, you must fight for it. Never give in, you'll be thrown back into the cycle. At least that's what the muppets told me.
That's something I'd like to have done to me after I die. I figure if we "all came from the stars" what a more appropriate thing to do than to have my dead body jettisoned into the sun so that I become a part of it.
Fuck Valhalla, nobody gives a shit. It's not about the fight, it's about the fighting. Never even said it had to a physical fight. To never give in to death willingly is what I mean. Fight 'till you're no longer alive. If you're dying of old age walk 'till you turn to dust.
Recently spent time in a psychiatric ward, and while going for a walk on a sunny day I thought about how plagued by thoughts of death I'd been. And how I no longer wanted to die.
And I found myself staring death in the face in my mind as I walked, and my pace quickened until I was running.
I think I'd like to go down screaming while facing it head on in an expulsion of primal rage, with a psychotic grin stretching my face.
Euthanasia when I'm ready, hopefully when I'm old. If I get diagnosed with some bullshit disease at ANY age, however, I want to be able to peace out quietly rather than spend months slowly deteriorating. I've watched 3 people go through that, and it's literal cruelty. We don't even subject dogs to such treatment. People always say "we had to put Fluffy down because he couldn't eat, walk, or play and was in constant pain" but nobody will apply the same logic to human beings.
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I was working at a tiny restaurant one night when I started feeling weak, dizzy, short of breath, and a little nauseated. Given that I suffer from a heart condition and experience these symptoms daily, I chalked it up to a temporary worsening and ignored it. After a few hours, my boss, who was the only other person in the restaurant, turned to me and asked me how I felt. I rattled off my symptoms, but explained that it was just my heart acting up and that I'd be fine soon. He said he had been having the exact same symptoms.
We were experiencing confusion by then, so the decisions we made next weren't very rational. First, we decided to lock all the windows and doors so that there was no possibility of an explosion. Then, we called the city. Finally, we decided to eat meat to keep ourselves awake until they got there.
I was starting to black out, so I sat down at my boss' desk in the back. I was happy, like being tired and sleepy after a long, exciting day. It was good to know that my boss cared about me. I accepted that we were going to die and didn't regret anything. But when my boss saw my head slump down, he dragged me away from his desk, opened the back door of the restaurant, and shoved me outside. I couldn't get back in.
Soon, city employees came to save him. He didn't seem to have suffered any permanent damage. They confirmed a huge carbon dioxide leak, though. The crappy little diner didn't have a working carbon monoxide detector.
The next time I went into work, my boss was angry and blamed me for experiencing carbon monoxide poisoning symptoms for hours and not reporting them. He must have felt guilty, because he did the same thing.
Now when I'm feeling like a little bitch, I think back to that night and imagine I died then, peaceful and relaxed.
>we decided to lock all the windows and doors so that there was no possibility of an explosion.
>Finally, we decided to eat meat to keep ourselves awake until they got there.
Couldn't help but laugh
It's kind of depressing that it says "tried", which means he didn't succeed. Still, cheers for the man.
I'll be content with death after I have killed many more people. I dream of Armageddon and the death I can rain down. The visceral gurgling ass I slit one las persons throat before the bullet pierces my skull shall be the lullaby in which I enter my rest.
Id like to go out saving someone's life. I would get the life beaten out of me tomorrow in the most brutal way possible, but if it would save someone else, I would be perfectly content with it.
Well, if you knew you were going to die at a set time and date, maybe go out with a bang? I don't mean hurt anyone, but maybe pull a prank. Like, find a busy bridge or overpass, get some fishing line or razor wire, tie it around your neck, creating a noose of aorts, and then tie it to the bridge/overpass. Next, glue your hands to your head with some kind of very powerful adhesive. Finally, jump off of the bridge. When they find your body, it will look like you pulled your own head off.
But seriously, I think most people would want to go peacefully in their sleep.
I'd take a large dose of ketamine and jump off a bridge into a dark cold body of water.
>you fire the last rounds in the magazine
>you fix bayonet
>you scream "FUCK YOU ALOHA SNACKBAR."
>you rush into the fire smoke and fog everywhere
>fellow soldiers see you charge and they charge with you
>you die instantly looking like a faggot
>fellow soldiers nope the fuck back to the trench.
Being beheaded by a 33rd degree moslem shriner after they question me about my faith and try everything to get me to take their mark. Amen.
I would like to die in the hunger games. Lol that won't happen.
I regularly have threesomes with two girls who are half my age and size. Sometimes it's such a strain on my heart that I literally think I might die but I continue going, I just make them promise that if I do they'll tell the truth on the coroner's report.
This is the real best answer though. I just have to have all these experiences first.
I like the idea of dying while breaking a record. Like If I knew I was gonna die anyway I'd just give it all at the end and push past everything safe at the last moment. I'm not sure what it would be but I imagine at the end of some careful and calculating stunt like tight-rope walking that I'd just take off and see how far I could get while running towards the end and just bail completely at some point while screaming. No one would break it.
Ideally,in my sleep. Alone with no one to have to worry or care. I dont want to leave anything behind. I dont want anyone to remember me. In my fantasies it would be an alien invasion. In reality,Im pretty sure Im going to be murdered.
I'm lame and coward, I want the quick death.
I don't even want to see it coming. On one second, off the next.
Being dead isn't the scary part, it's the panicky thoughts while dying that I don't want to have. Like slowly dying in a hospital and having to think about the little time you have, or getting in a car crash and seeing your own blood pour out of you just slowly enough that you can realize and contemplate "I'm not getting out of this."
I'm currently rebounding from a depression slump, so it would kind of suck to die during the short periods of time I actually want to live.
My ideal death is death from old age or painless disease
I used to think a gunshot to the head would be best, but than I thought about how your brain stays active for a bit after you die, and whatever happens in the time it's still active, I want it to happen