I’ve spent some sleepless nights on this one. What is the best way to die? I’ve thrown out the obvious answer “painlessly in my sleep”. Something quick would be good, and as painless as possible. Lethal injection would probably be my choice if I had to choose.
One more question, most interesting way to die? I want to come up with something my descendents will tell their children “Guess how your great-great-great grandfather died”
I’d have to say…got caught in a nuclear reaction and mutated into a horribly deformed monster that was a cross between a millipede and a blue whale. Killed by the military after ravaging my way through New York City.
This here is from the darwin awards, I though it was one of the best ones:, although theh canadian guy comes in a close second:
In FRANCE, Jacques LeFevrier left nothing to chance when he decided to commit suicide. He stood at the top of a tall cliff and tied a noose around his neck. He tied the other end of the rope to a large rock. He drank some poison and set fire to his clothes. He even tried to shoot himself at the last moment. He jumped and fired the pistol. The bullet missed him completely and cut through the rope above him. Free of the threat of hanging, he plunged into the sea. The sudden dunking extinguished the flames and made him vomit the poison. He was dragged out of the water by a kind fisherman, who took him to a hospital, where he died of hypothermia.
Being hit by a Mack truck would be short and sweet.
I’ve heard freezing to death isn’t as bad as deaths go.
i recommend the beginning of ‘magnolia’ supernova. for me, i’d like my parachute to fail whilst i’m shot full of heroin. i’m quite sure i wouldn’t feel anything and i think it’d be quite interesting… of course, i have nine lives.
Particularly if you are dead drunk at the time.
I’d like to die in the throes of lovemaking with Elizabeth Hurley.
Ground zero of a nuclear attack. You’d be vaporized before you even saw or heard the thing. Now, being on the edges of a nuke…that’s not a fun thing.
Jman
kevals:
Have you attempted to verify this one? Because most of the “Darwin Awards” turn out to be hoaxes or urban legends.
I think I’d want to go out doing something heroic, like getting hit by a Mack truck after shoving a small child out of the way. But if I could do something heroic and survive to enjoy the adulation, that would be even better.
Alternatively, I’d want to die in a blaze of irony, like the Union general in the Civil War whose last words were “Don’t worry boys, they can’t hit us from this dist–”
Either way I suppose what I’m saying is that I’d want there to be a great story associated with my death, like the OP implies.
Well…that one maybe. Probably.It sounds like a joke I’ve heard. But most? I was just reading the new book: Darwin Awards: Evolution in Action. They differentiate between confirmed and urban-ledgend-still-to-good-to-leave-out-of-the-book. I can believe people regularly die in ways stupid enough that they don’t have to make up too much.
I want to be hit by lightning. Preferably at 112.
It is definately a joke. I heard it when I was a kid.
I hear that.
I have a friend that wants to either be murdered by his right hand man, or die as a heretic to the religion that he founded. The main goal in his life is also to die more immature than he is now.
As for me, quick and painless is the way to go.
About that Darwin Award thing: it sounds bogus to me, but if it ain’t true, it oughta be.
Speaking for myself, I’d like to go out in a massive explosion, perhaps caused by an overdose of Old El Paso refried beans.
Well I always wanted to die climbing naked up everest. Either that or I always wanted to go out in a flaming blaze. So maybe climbing everest naked while on fire, or something like that.
Sitting on a hydrogen bomb that is planted smack dab in the middle of a huge “God Hates Fags” rally. Fast, painless, and I take a lot of bigots down with me. I think I would enjoy going to my death knowing that I had wiped a piece of the earth clean.
“the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to,
’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d”
–Hamlet, Act 3, Scene i (emphasis mine)
Someone I knew, once upon a time, had a strong wish to be blown-up in a room full of people he didn’t like - but just after he was dead, probably, rather than just before. I kind of like the exploding corspe idea myself.
I would like to die making love to Elizabeth Hurley’s great great granddaughter, just after collecting the award for ‘Centenarian Man most desired by ‘20 something’ models with lots of money’.
Me, I would like to steal a freshly fueled 747 from some airport near DC, and then ram it (empty of passengers, save self) into an emergency joint session of congress and senate.
Barring that, eating 2 pounds of Popcorn kernals and then sitting in a suana set to “pop” would be cool…
I think I’d like to go out in the middle of a jammed up craps game, at the end of an hour long roll.
Seven out, line away, pay the don’ts and last come, would somebody please take the dead dealer off the game.
Anybody else like their job so much they’d like to die at work?