They care about Shakespeare, Chaucer, Seuss, Edison, Watt, etc though.
I’d probably max out all my credit cards buying my friends and family the fanciest crap I could afford. Take 'em out to fancy dinners, concerts, etc. Spend a month or two doing this for everyone I really care about. Then, selling all my assets or just giving them away so that the creditors can’t come taking them to pay for my unpaid debt.
Then yeah, I’d walk right into a hospital with my driver’s license showing I’m an organ donor and put a .50 caliber handgun to my left temple and say goodnight one last time as I pull the trigger.
I have incurable cancer, and have been given less than five years before it supposedly takes me down. Now I believe that there’s always a chance for a cure, but if it comes down to the end, I want to replicate what I read in a book: the woman was dying of stomach cancer, and the couple planned a series of small dinner parties where she got to say goodbye and share memories. Not much of a bang, but that’s what I want to do.
limegreen, odds be damned! Hang in there.
As to the OP… well, it seems that the Arab Spring was partially ignited by a fellow who was willing to give up his life to bring attention to a cause. If I was dead anyway I would attempt to do the same for the cause of preventing the plutocracy from fully implementing their new Feudalism.
So just call me Johnny Storm: Flame on!
Well, you’ve got a great user name for it.
I would spend whatever necessary to be known as the man behind the headline:
Man Blown Dead
I’d be the first guy to commit suicide via cheese grater.
Damn right, with the added bonus that you just might make it, bragging rights from that adventure would keep you going for at least a little while longer!
And what about the poor buggers who have to watch you do it and/or clean up the mess afterwards? Just because you work in a hospital doesn’t mean you’re innured to human tragedy.
I like this one as well, as much as I agree with the sentiment, “The immature man wants to die gloriously for a cause, the mature man to live quietly for it”, if you’re at deaths door anyway then why not go out with an exclamation mark?
I’ve already made an impact in the world. People will remember me by the number of cats I’ve saved and how many humans I’ve helped.
When I go, I want it to be during my last act of rescue.
I thought of George Carlin’s bit about the Two Minute Warning as soon as I saw this.
[Go watch that if you’re not familiar, then please continue here…]
I would use my two-minute speech to talk about how man and dinosaurs co-existed and all that other silly shit, then use George’s same final line.
Too painful. I want to buy a big nuke, head out to the desert, and vaporize myself instantaneously.
Failing that opportunity, I’d like to kill myself in aid of a Cause. The nature of the cause is undetermined, but ideally it would be for increasing liberty, not decreasing it (which all too many people seem to want to do). Maybe LiveLeak needs a martyr?
If my life hasn’t already attracted enough attention, then in the last few minutes, it is not going to attract much more. Taking care of my legacy might do much more. So, assuming that I was dying in a place where I could (do the the following), I would: (a) write up my will, (b) take care of any banking matters, © return the library books, (d) find new homes for my cats, and, (e) fill up the organ donation card. And then await for my maker… I have a few words to say to them which may guarantee me an eternity in hell, but, oh, what a joy it would be to get it off my chest!
Red only pays off at 2-to-1, but Red 16 pays off at 35-to-1.
(Red 16: Joe Montana’s number!)