Sorry about that humongous venting paragraph. Now that I see it posted I think it should have been a journal entry instead of a post. I apologize.
No apologies necessary AbbySthrnAccent. I’m sorry for your loss.
Dying can sometimes be quite unpleasant and I wouldn’t want to leave that lasting image etched in the minds of my loved ones. No, I’d definitely rather be alone. However, I would have no qualms or reservations about being with any of my friends or relatives when their time came.
I have a feeling that I’m very likely to be surrounded by friends and family when I die, just like Caesar was.
A-hem, Part II.
"Remember what I told you. Only you and I know where it’s buried!!
It’s under a big W, I tells ya. A big W.
When I die, I want to be “surrounded by friends and family” in the same sense that other people die “surrounded by cops.”
When my mom died, my dad and my little brother and I sat with her for the last 4 hours of her life. She was in a coma and didn’t know we were there, and her tongue was discolored from all the pills she hadn’t been able to swallow, which freaked me out. The death rattle freaked me out to, and I wouldn’t let my dad cover her face before the mortuary people came. Needless to say, it was very traumatic for a 15 year old. But had I not been with her when she died, I would have always regretted it. I don’t want to deny my loved ones of that opportunity when I die.
No, and in fact I was thinking about that very thing just the other day. There’s something about it that seems so ultimately personal and private.
You’re born alone you might as well die alone… except I think I want to at least begin dying with close, loved ones around. Then, as the time is drawing near, if I can not take it and I feel the pain must be borne only by myself, I will ask my friends to please leave.
That is the way I think it should go.
Worst case scenario, there’s at least one other person there… for the past century or so, you can add a doctor and a couple nurses, too…
I hope to die peacefully in my sleep, so I hope that my wife is lying by my side when I shuffle off this mortal coil. I sleep so soundly now that it may take a bit for her to notice that anything’s amiss.
If I’ve been ill and am fading fast, I want my wife and daughter there with me. I very much want to be able to tell them goodbye and that I’ll always be with them wherever they go.
I’m an extrovert in life, I expect I’ll be the same as I’m dying.
Let me guess . . . you didn’t send anyone a card on May 9, did you?
After my father’s death, I resolved never to die at all … I could not, in good conscience, saddle my nearest and dearest with all that bloody paperwork.
Failing that, I’d like someone to be around to catch my last words and dispose of the remains hygienically, but I don’t want to make an occasion out of it … even if I could sell tickets, I’m damned if I can see how I’d collect the proceeds.
I guess I’ll be the smell coming from apartment 5.
Roll up, roll up! Come one, come all!
It’s your once in a lifetime opportunity to see Steve Wright die!
Mouth platitudes! Sob! Buy a ticket for the raffle!
Ahem.
I don’t like the idea of being surrounded by lots of people just waiting for me to die, but I suppose the actual idea is for one’s nearest or dearest to say goodbye. If the people closest to me at the time of my death want to say goodbye, then I’d probably be glad of it.
I hope I die alone and quickly, with my last thought being “What the hell is that!?” (Actually, I’d really like to die like Rick Rescorla, but that’s not really relevant here.)
In any case, if I die “SBFAF”, my last words will be “Don’t you guys have something better to do? Git!”
Is that dropped by or dropped on?
My grandmother died two years ago with her daughter, granddaughter and great-granddaughter (my mother, sister and niece) holding her hands.
My family was with my brother when he died.
Because of traffic and snow, I missed my final good bye by about twenty minutes. He knew, before the morpine really kicked in, that his family was there with him whether he wanted them or not. He knew we had to be there. It 's the type of family we are.
That said, if I die of an illness like my brother, I think it would be comforting to have my family around. I will assisit in my own suicide once I am certain I am terminal and cannot maintain my quality of life. I would perfer to go quiety in my sleep. Or quickly in a freak accident, like Ethilrist’s meteor.
When you say “alone” are you including the S.W.A.T team and/or any other military/law enforcement personal?
Aside from the fact that I do not appear to age (someone who I hadn’t seen in literally 20 years picked me out of a crowd at Rockafeller Center) and therefore probably cannot die, my friends and I have already established that the death of any one of us will result in the others making some very outrageous and embarassing claims about the deceased’s “lifestyle” to the national media.