Put a couple of bottles of good red wine in the car, drive down to my favourite spot by the sea and walk along the beach till I find a quiet place. Sit where I can watch the sea and the sunset and drink my wine. Maybe the moon will come up and make a path for me.
Turn on CSPAN. Twenty-four hours of that would feel like a freaking lifetime…
Eat my fill of steak and chocolate. Spend the rest of the time hugging my wife.
Go to confession, play with my dog, spend time with my mom, have lots of chocolate.
Arrange for homes for my pets, spend most of the day saying goodbye to them. Make good-bye phone calls. Try to find a horse to hug one last time.
…n meth n heroin n crack n all of it! Why not?
Say goodbye to everyone I love, but don’t tell them what’s happening, so it’d be tricky. I’d let them have a normal 24 hours without worrying about me.
Exactly. We all only have 24 hours to live, we just don’t know when it starts.
I call that “Wednesday”. Except for the Red Sox stuff. I off-road with the dogs instead. And I’ll pass on the heroin, 'cause I’ll be drunk off my ass on homebrew by 7pm.
And I’ll tell ya, Trump’s security is much stronger since last Thursday. 
Tell everyone I love them, make love one more time, try to score some good blow, then try to finish writing (or painting) my latest project before the reaper shows up. Order might vary.
Write out everything - here’s the different retirement plans and their passwords, my company provides 3X my salary as life insurance, be sure to get that. Write out what the animals are currently eating and how much. Make sure a copy of my will is updated and in everyone’s hands.
Mass and confession.
Good meal, die snuggled with the dogs and Pride and Prejudice on TV. I’d rather not have my sibs around me making me uncomfortable.
If the whole world is ending (massive asteroid hit), I’d skip the planning for the future.
StG
…and you would welcome death not long after you started watching.
Correct. You wouldn’t live forever, it would just seem like it.