Post: #51

Mid-sex drug-fuelled heart attack.

Post: #52

I don't know how I'll die but I damn sure know that "The Great Gig in the Sky" better be playing when the lights go out.

Post: #53

I want to die sitting in an armchair with my coat and slippers on my pipe having fallen to the ground. My dog at my feet and sitting in my lap a book. My wife and lawyer would find this book and begin to read it. Then they would understand the goofy self serving smile plaster on my face as the book in question would contain photos of every woman I have impregnated and skipped out on over the course of my life as well as their name and numbers and the false names I gave each of them. In my will would be instructions to my lawyer to spread my fame as the man who sired 10 thousand bastards across the land in his lifetime and got away with it. And the last entry in the book would be an 18 year old dated the month before my death. I would go down in history as the most filthy disgusting and depraved enemy of women to ever exist, and in heaven I would be greated by all those filthy depraved men who went before me as I enter into a valhalla of pussy reserved for only the greatest of whores.

Post: #54

Either going out with a bang...



see what I did there ;-)

... Or die of old age. With no regrets

Post: #55

At 80 years old, with my brothers in a freak, instantaneous accident (e.g. all of us crushed by falling airplane part). That way none of us would have to go to the others funerals.

Post: #56

93 years old. Shot by a jealous husband while attempting to escape out a bedroom window.

Post: #57

125 years old and relatively healthy, surrounded by the many future generations of my family and looking at a tropical sunrise over the ocean.

Post: #58

Ever since I heard this song as a kid I've been saying that when I'm around 80 and really starting to decline (hopefully I make it that long) I'm gonna travel to the Kalahari and spear hunt some lions and die doing so. Probably just a pipe dream but I've always thought it'd be a cool as fuck way to go out.

Post: #59

(02-19-2015 11:03 PM)AntiTrace Wrote:  I remember in basic training we got sat down and asked, "how many of you want to die in combat?" One person rose his hand. The drill sergeant immediately called him a dumbass and said something along the lines of "Your better off making sure the other guy does instead".

You should not wish to die in combat. You should wish to slay every motherfucker in your way instead. Then you bring all your friends home and get them laid like rockstars.

Again I wonder, how many people that say they want to die in combat have actually been in combat?

Ive been in firefights and in a couple of training "accidents" that could have killed me. I try not to think about those, but when I do I think of how lucky I am to still be alive.

Thats not how I want to go. Ever been knocked out? You just black out, you feel nothing, you know nothing. One moment you are all pumped up planning you next move and the next thing you know you are on the floor looking up with everybody standing around you asking you how many fingers.

Death would be something like that, but without the waking up part.

Thats not how I want to go. I want to have time to enjoy it, to remember my friends, to thank whatever for my family, to think of the women Ive loved and the ones who have loved me.

If I could choose my death, it would be on a quiet sunday morning. I would fuck my woman, hoping that I impregnate her. I would have a big breakfast, eggs with bacon and buttered toast, with lots of coffee and fruit and pastries. I would put on my old cassette player with some 90s mix tape, read a newspaper sitting in a rocking chair, watch the dog play around the yard.

Then when I start to feel tired, I would close my eyes and listen to the wind rustle the leaves on the trees, and gently fall into sleep never to wake up.

I wouldnt want to die doing some cool shit like skidiving or suitgliding or car racing, because when I do those things I wont want to be thinking about death, but of how cool my life would be to be able to do that and how I never want to die, but live forever doing that cool shit.

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Post: #61

Instantly

Post: #62

Instantly, content and with no regrets.

Post: #63

I can't remember the protagonist of the anecdote, or even where I read it, but there was an ancient Roman actor, a comedian, who performed at one of the annual festivals, and won the prize for his troupe. The winners had a banquet thrown for them, and the comedian entered, sat down and asked for a mug of hot wine, took off the winner's wreath, propped his mask up against a dish and put the wreath on it like it was his own head, then sat back in his chair and was still. Nobody noticed until his neighbour nudged him and told him his drink was getting cold.
So there's that: dying when you've just had a great triumph and even you don't notice your own passing.

Then again, the combined influence of Cialis and a woman 1/4 my age would be a joint favourite (when I'm 80 or 100 not now)

Post: #64

Rather die with a bang instead of just slippin' away because of pills.

Post: #65

(06-25-2015 07:28 PM)Dutch_pride Wrote:  Rather die with a bang instead of just slippin' away because of pills.

Post: #66

I want to die saving someone's life. I thought about this a lot in Afghanistan. I know reading this sounds strange but I constantly thought of a grenade situation and I think if I couldn't kick that fucker I'd be on it. I know some of you will cry white knight but I truly believe "greater love hath no man than this: that he lay down his life for a friend." Grenade comes in my hole or little kid is about to get killed by a car I don't think I could stop myself Or that I'd even want to... I think that is part of being a man and being a protector. You should be willing to die for someone you love. Not anyone but there should be some people.

Post: #67

Unconvinced of my own mortality.

Post: #68

(06-25-2015 08:19 PM)PainPositive Wrote:  I want to die saving someone's life. I thought about this a lot in Afghanistan. I know reading this sounds strange but I constantly thought of a grenade situation and I think if I couldn't kick that fucker I'd be on it. I know some of you will cry white knight but I truly believe "greater love hath no man than this: that he lay down his life for a friend." Grenade comes in my hole or little kid is about to get killed by a car I don't think I could stop myself Or that I'd even want to... I think that is part of being a man and being a protector. You should be willing to die for someone you love. Not anyone but there should be some people.

Giving a life for someone is a noble thing from more than a physical viewpoint. There is something else at work when a man does it. White Knights never intend to die or risk their lives for real.

Death in my opinion is just a door you pass through. Anyone who has experienced out of body travel knows that there is something beyond the physical. And the funny part is that most people could learn those techniques that give them proof of it. Still - life has to be lived in full here and now and what we think lies beyond matters little actually.

Post: #69

With a few close friends in an arena vs others. Mostly just want to die before I'm old and feeble and not laying on a hospital bed waiting for death from some health issue relating to internal organs.

Post: #70

By getting trampled by a stampede of bufffaloes with the rest of my hunting party.

Post: #71

Some of you guys crack me up.
War is not glamorous or cool, 300 is a fantasy movie.
Fighting is not glamorous either, have you ever been in a fight?

How many people die of Cancer, loads right. I am sure you have seen someone die this way, not a pretty sight is it.
One thing is for certain, many on this forum will die this way.

I want to die by not living a boring life.

Post: #72

I would like to die at the age of 95, shot by a jealous husband.

Post: #73

(06-19-2015 02:50 PM)scubadude Wrote:  93 years old. Shot by a jealous husband while attempting to escape out a bedroom window.

Oh, you beat me to it... Obviously you've got irish blood I suppose

Post: #74

Lowered into a pit of lava while giving a thumbs up

Post: #75

Save kids from a burning orphanage. Smacked down by the crushing building...

Or I put a gun in my mouth when I feel my mind is not sane any more - at least I lose what I call sane at the moment.