Is it your own penis?
That would be mine, unless I was clutching my porn stash.
Damn, and I see I was late with this one.
My grandma’s wedding ring.
And my slide rule
Well… I’d like to say “airplane controls”, but lack of employment seems to have managed that without my demise…
My credit card.
My ankh ring and Charlton Heston’s gun (and, regrettably, probably my Marlboro Ultralights).
My laptop and internet connection.
Oh definitely, my Kate Bush and Happy Rhodes CDs.
My DivaCup and motorcycle keys.
Oh and the guns. Right.
Goddamnit, me too, once I saw the OP.
Probably my laptop. I’ve actually fallen asleep with it. (Although I think that was an artifact of me being very tired, surfing the Internet, then “resting my eyes”)
All that stuff you listed
(I plan to die last)
Chee-tos.
My trombone. I haven’t touched it in years, but giving it up is out of the question. I’ve had it since 6th grade and I feel like we’ve lived everything together.
An empty bottle of pills and a note.
My cameras and laptop.
My iPod, and a favorite sweater I’ve had since I was 18. I will wear that thing until it unravels.
Guns, computer, car.
Who’s joking? :dubious:
The panties I stole off **Annie-Xmas’ ** clothes line.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say that’s a euphemism for a very interesting and sad turn of events 