So what is the worst way to die in anyone’s opinion and why? I think pain induced ones would be. Tortured to death, being drawn and quarted and the like. Anyone else?
Dying in a hideously embarrassing way would be pretty horrible. The lasting consequences for yourself wouldn’t matter so much, what with you being dead and everything, but can you imagine trying to tell someone that a dear, departed member of your family was killed when a frozen block of shit fell from an aeroplane (or some other such indignity)? I can’t imagine you would get much sympathy as everyone would be laughing too much.
Dying in pain obviously wouldn’t be my preferred death of choice, but at least it would save my relatives some blushes!
I think we don’t have to be embarrased anymore after we read how Elvis died: Pants down choking in his puke in a bathroom. Actually, Sonny Bono might be more embarrassing. Somebody start a Topic: Famously embarrassing ways to go.
There was something embarrassing about the way Princess Diana let other people run her life.
I think fire would be the worst. Or maybe drowning. Yuck. Reminds me of a quip:
I want to go fast and painless like my grandfather who died in his sleep. Not like the three passengers who were with him in his car.
For some reason, the only way I choose not to die is falling from some great height.
I can’t explain this. I don’t mind fire, drowning, or beheading, but I don’t want to fall to death.
Perhaps it’s my unnatural fear of heights.
And also being buried alive, I’m kinda claustraphobic.
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IMHO, the worst way to die would be to die alone - unable at your last breath to think of anyone who would care.
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Besides during sex, is there a really fun way to go? I think a roller coaster crash would be fun.
I would hate to die in any way that would cause me to be honoured with a Darwin Award.
But, the worst I ever heard of was a person in my city who hung him/herself (they didn’t know the sex of the person when I read the article) in the woods. Some boys hunting with their father came across the bones more than a year after the death. Can you imagine being so alone that you felt you had to kill yourself, and then no one even finds you for more than a year? Kind of confirms your suspicions that no one cares.
My brother has frequently pointed out that there’s really no happy fluffy bunny way to die, but if I had to choose the manner in which I shuffled off my mortal coil, I’d go for a massive stroke during deep sleep.
I have heard that burning to death is pretty much the most excrutiating way to go. Burns hurt horribly, and to die of them would take a whole lot of burning.
I’ve long thought that the Punji stakes booby traps used in the Vietnam war would be an unpleasant way to die.
Ugh, back to the discontinued restaurant items…
Burpy sez: “I think a roller coaster crash would be fun.”
Melatonin sez: “You’ve never been in a car accident, have you?”
Yeah, burning to death would be awful. I’ve fallen asleep with a lit cigarette before. It could happen so easily. That’s the scary part.
Nevertheless, my vote goes to plane crash victims. Imagine falling from 36,000 feet, knowing all the while that you’re not going to make it . . . knowing that you’re about to die would be the worst.
Yeh, plane crash. Abject terror.
The two most often heard phrases on cockpit voice recorders are “oh shit” and “I love you, mom.” (“Apple pie” did not make the charts).
Burpy sez: “Yes I have and it sucked” … but wouldn’t the ultimate thrill be asending in a roller coaster cart only to decend down a limp 50 foot length of busted track? I’d want the front seat and hell I might even wave my arms in the air for the ultimate experience.
2 words: auto-erotic asphyxiation How embarrassing to be found by a loved one after this accidental death!
“50 foot length of busted track”?!
Whaddya, wanna die at Kiddieland?
" but wouldn’t the ultimate thrill be asending in a roller coaster cart only to decend down a limp 50 foot length of busted track?"
Melatonin sez: “I’m not like other people. Pain hurts me.”
Worst death: Any long painful incurable disease. A maximum of suffering with a minimum of excitement.
Best death: Having a stroke during sex. The inverse of the above suffering/excitement ratio. And if it was good enough for Attila the Hun and Nelson Rockefeller, it’s good enough for me.
This brings to mind my favorite bumper sticker, “I want to die in my sleep like my grandfather, not screaming in terror like the passengers in his car.”
“When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.”
I don’t have nightmares often, but when i do it involves me being decapitated by something falling on me, like a glass ceiling. I dream that something is falling and is going to split me in two and I always get out of the way at the last possible second, screaming horrifically. I wake up on the floor with my family running toward me because I screamed in my sleep.
To me, THAT’S the scariest way to die.
Sometimes life is so great you just gotta muss up your hair and quack like a duck!