I’d like to think that I would go down fighting. You’ve gotta pick your battles… and this is one that I would choose to fight. Volunteer for all sorts of experimental drugs, etc. Then go out cursing Fox, The WB, and anyone else involved in the cancellations of Angel and Firefly. 
I’d make amends with all my worst enemies. Then ask them if they’d like to go for a drive. When they say “yes” I’d take them for a scenic drive off of a very high mountain top. And right before I went kareening of the mountain top I’d turn around to all my “new found buddies” and say “BTW f’ers I take back my apologies, I’ve decided to kill myself and I’m taking you guys with me. See you bastards in hell! HA! HA! HA! HA!”
Then shortly after that the Grim Reaper will come riding down on his white horse to carry me off into the firey depths of hell.
Go me!
claps I think SHAKES gets the award for best way to die. claps
An old joke,
I want to go like my grandma, in my sleep. Not kicking and screaming like the passengers in her car.
Yep, I’d get a temporary heroin habit for sure. But, I wouldn’t try to OD, I’d just hope it happened accidentally.
I have this fear of my soul wandering for eternity if I were to kill myself. I’m not particularly religious, but I have a feeling that if I committed suicide that’d be the way it would go for me. I have bad luck.
I think I would do a lot of drugs. It wouldn’t matter if I am put in jail, by the time my trial comes up, I would be 6 feet under. And if I died of an overdose, at least I would go like a lot of famous rock stars. And maybe my story would be put in those “teen files” movies. "flamingbananas, a teen girl, just like you, was just dianosed with a terminal illness with no cure. So she started drugs. After all, she has to go some way, right? dramatic pauseWRONG. cue my family flamingbananas was such a sweet girl,shows pictures of my dance and with my friends and once she got her illness, she still stayed positive. Then one morning I walked in her room, and needles, white powder, dried green leaves, and vodka bottles were littered around her, as she laid in a dramatic pose on her bed. cue friends flamingbananas was against drugs, so we don’t know why she started them. dramatic music and heavy sigh and now we will never know. All we know is that she left a single note. *shows note, written in terrible handwriting (my handwriting is horrible, and if I were stoned it would be even worse) “Dear family, when I found out I had the illness, I didn’t want to leave a square life behind me. So I started doing drugs. I highly enjoyed them, and I have more in my dresser, for your own amusment. I chose to go this way, because I wanted to be like every other rock star.” Now then. All I need for this is a terminal illness, a drug dealer, and a producer of those health movies.
Well said, Roadwalker
There are a lot of qualifiers in the question but the most important one is excruciating pain. If it got to the point of insane discomfort than I ring the front desk and check out early. I wouldn’t let an animal suffer and I’d expect the same courtesy from anything that constitutes a Supreme Being.
Hell, I’ve always had the nagging feeling that when I die (however and whenever), I’ll just end up before a tribunal of bronze-age pagan gods, demanding to know why I never became a warrior, or made the proper Ibex sacrifices.
My only hope is that I’d get to watch some hard-ass religious conservative go ahead of me.
I’ve already thought about this, except I’ve given myself more time, like three months.
Anyway, I’d sell off all the crap I can, mainly stuff like my house and all, any stock I have, then give away all the other crap. Then I’d head off on the motorcycle, probably take it to Europe, North Africa and see all the things I’ve been wanting to see. I see no point in letting death just come for me, especially since I’m only 30.
Quote from d_redguy: “Well, I know one thing. I would definitely start smoking again.”
Doesn’t it suck that this is the first thing that came to my mind too?
Not to make amends with enemies.
Not to give away my worldly wealth.
Not to travel.
Not to face the hand you’ve been dealt and endure the pain.
Not to give up and kill myself the quick way…NO!
No, I’d go right back to the suicide by cigarette method.
Don’t tell me those damn things aren’t addictive.
I curse Sir Walter Raleigh, he was such a stupid git.
Haven’t had one for 14 years.
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Originally posted by myrnajean:
Thats silly, we’ll ALL going to die, theres no hope of getting around that, the rest is just timing…
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I don’t think that was the point. I think Aesiron meant that there is no hope of life getting better. I believe we all operate on the continuous hope that things will get better; I am sure those people who commit suicide have lost all hope of things gettnig better, and so choose to end their lives.
As for me, I am undecided about whether or not there’s an afterlife, and if there is one, what sort of afterlife it might be. So, I’d live out the month but spend it traveling to see the people and places I love most, and making sure they know I love them. I’d arrange for as much of a financial legacy as I could leave, to preserve those people and places as much as possible. And I do believe I would eat rich foods and never so mcuh as look at a carrot again. 