OK I was vacuuming the stairs and almost tripped and broke my neck AGAIN. A near death experience that happens like once every month or so. And I said to myself - this is probably how I’m going to go out if I don’t do something about my vacuuming method.
So since I’m pathologically given to morbid speculation, it occurred to me, between knowing the statistics and knowing oneself, I bet most people have a pretty good idea how they’re probably going to die. At least I bet they think they do. I know I feel pretty confident that I’m going to die, most likely, in one of the following 4 ways (in order of likelihood and with reasons why I think so):
Cardiovascular (smoking/statistics)
Cancer (ibid)
Vacuuming (see above)
Car accident (given to very ill-timed daydreaming/distractability)
In other words, one day an expanding tumor will compress my carotid, leading to a stroke, causing me to crash my car while on my way to buy a new vacuum cleaner.
I needed something to cheer me up right now :rolleyes:
I am hoping I die because I am so damn old my body just says it’s time for a long rest.
Although I also have to add I* don’t * want to die in any way that would make me eligible to be a featured photo on rotten.com or ogrish.com.
Ok you got me back for bringing you down by mentioning those sites. I HAD to see what you were talking about. EWWWW EWWW EWWWW. Let’s close up this thread. I want to wash my brain and talk about bunnies and flowers and fluffy pretty clouds.
Old programmers never die, they just trap on an illegal instruction.
I think it would be nice to know WHEN I was going to die, but not necessarily HOW. I suppose it will be one of those nasty terminal illness things, I just hope I don’t linger on too long.
Definitely from some complication(s) of diabetes. I can’t beat it, all I can do is delay it.
Which really doesn’t bother me that much: everyone’s going to die anyway. (The things about death that do scare me is being in pain while dying and the impurity of death.)
If genetics has anything to do with it I shall emulate both my parents and have a single, huge stroke and peg out immediately. This is despite my not doing any of the usual contributory things like smoking, not taking enough exercise, eating too much salt etc.
For the past 10 or so years I have been advising my friends not to plan anything for my 50th birthday [I am currently 45].
Probably by some sort of complications brought on by obesity and a sedentary lifestyle. My guess is eventual cardiac arrest although since both parents and the only grandparent I knew all had diabetes, there’s always that too.
They’ll take my carbs when they pry them from my fat, greasy hands.
Hopefully in an instantaneous way (say sub-arachnoid hemorage) at a ripe old age after a fruitful life with nop noticeable degradation in my body up to that point.
Probably wishful thinking.
According to the link below, I will live to my mid eighties, no idea as to cause of death though.
I expect I’ll be murdered by rogue clowns who’ve been genetically & mechanically modified to launch pies from their forearms. Probably lemon meringue, but you never know.
That calculator thingy thinks I’ll live to be 86.2 despite my atrocious habits.
It’ll be stress that does me in sooner or later.
Either I’ll just drop dead from the incessant trembling, or plummeting grades and whooshing deadlines and lack of time will drive me to suicide.
I once took one of those online longevity tests which told me with my health habits I was supposed to have died at 17 (I was in my 20s at the time). Since I’m 34 now apparently I’m a medical miracle.
:rolleyes:
