“Did you have a good world when you died,
enough to base a movie on?” -JM
How will you die? I bet almost nobody thinks they’ll be taken in a car accident or by a hitman hired by their benificiary/husband/wife.
I suspect smokers expect to die of lung cancer (the reason I quit smoking) and drinkers expect to die of liver disease.
I think I will die of a heart attack with a 30% chance that the attack comes during or immediately following sex. Another 30% by running up steps and the remaining 40% by simply thinking about my own mortality.
What about you?
If you want to go a step further, what about your spouse? When and what from?
I (god forbid) think my wife’s out of here before me. I hope I’m wrong. She’s just generally less healthy than I am, plus I witnessed her have a seizure a few years back (so maybe it stuck with me).
What will your greatest accomplishments have been aside from your children?
Heart attack. Heart desease is in my family. Both my paternal grandparents died of heart attacks (plural, because it wasn’t the first one that did them in), my dad has had a severe attack at a relatively young age… and looking at my lifestyle, I don’t doubt that that’s how I’m going to go!
I drink quite a bit, and I also smoke quite heavily, so that’ll probably play a big part in my death. I’d prefer something quick and painless - then again, who does want a long, drawn out death? I’m so spaced out at times, I’ll probably get knocked down by a car.
Meh. It could be worse.
Hmmm, based on family history, i guess I’d most likely die of heart disease. not necessarily a heart attack, but maybe an aneurysm or heamorrage or something like that.
I have a type-A personality and I tend to be angered and stressed out too easily, so I’d say a heart attack is likely in store for me at some time when I get old. Also factor in the fact that I eat more red meat than I should.
Family history points towards a fatal heart attack in the next 10 years or so. Just for the sake of doing something different, though, maybe I’ll opt for a bizarre auto-erotic asphyxiation accident.
I just got back from a taping of John Edwards “Crossing over” and he wants me to let you guys know that Arcite was there and had only this message…“rd.” Whatever THAT means.
Probably heart failure, hopefully at a very advanced age. I want to make it past 100 at least.
Ideally, I’ll pass away quietly in my sleep aboard my personal star cruiser at which point the onboard sensors will detect my death and the course will shift to dive into the nearest star.
A great white shark is attacking a small child. I wrestle it with my bare hands. I kill the shark.
Later on, back at the villa, the childs father treats me to a slap-up meal of grilled tuna and mediterranean vegetables.
How was I to know I would choke to death on a slice of aubergine? Haven’t these simple country people ever heard of the Heimelich manouvere?
I had a minor stroke back in the Spring, so odds are that another one (or something similar) awaits me. On the upside, most of the people in my family live to a ripe old age (I have an aunt that’s just shy of 100), so provided that I take reasonable care of myself (the stroke was caused by an undetected birth defect) I’ve got a few years left.
Grim