According to a doctor your last words are most likely to be, “Damn, my chest hurts.”
Not quite a last thought but close enough.
I read a piece by Roy Masters, a former Rugby League coach now a journalist, where he talked about a young player dropping dead from a heart attack while talking to Masters at practice. He just said, out of the blue, “I’m off to see dad now,” and fell down dead. His father had died a few weeks before.
I could deal with something that simple.
“Oh no, not again,”
I’ll die before I surrender, Tim.
[Homer Simpson]Jesus, Allah, Buddah – I love you all![/HS]
“Finally.”
I wish I’d done a better job…
A number of years ago, I was involved in a long distance relationship that had started over the internet.
The weather was bad and I was out on a job. I got to thinking that if I had a terrible accident and died, I hadn’t left any instructions for anyone to notify my long-distance guy. I wondered what would happen.
Then I came to the top of a hill, lost control of my car on the ice, and slid, sideways, thirty feet into a ravine where I straightened out long enough to hit a tree head on. My last thoughts were, and I quote: “Welp, I guess I’ll find out.”
I walked away from the accident, though, laughing.
I once thought that I was dying, and my last thoughts were “God, you are an unfair asshole!”
(Warning, this may not be for the squeamish.)
In December of 1984 I was hit by a drunk driver while riding a motorcycle; I had a broken femur, a separated shoulder and a couple of broken teeth. I didn’t feel the pain in my shoulder or mouth because the leg hurt so bad, and as I lay in the street I thought that my leg had been knocked off.
A favorite aunt had died of cancer a month before, and she was able to hug her family goodbye before she finally passed away. In the meantime, I was laying in a cold rainy street, alone, and the last thing that I was going to see was a damned Taco Bueno sign on the corner. Of course I was yelling, but I was yelling at God for the unfairness of having me die that way.
Nowadays, I hope that my thoughts would be that I was blessed for my family and for the friends that I have known.
I just think it’ll be an overwhelming sadness, because (a) my passing will make my family unhappy and (b) there’ll be descendants who I’ll never know.
I don’t believe in any sort of afterlife, which doesn’t help. It would be great to think I’d be getting to see my dad again, but I’m sure that won’t happen.
I had a dream about this once, and what went through my mind was related to the religious beliefs I had grown up with. In my dream I was shot out into space in a tiny capsule with a digital display counting down how many seconds I had to live. My first thought was that if Christianity is true, I better repent, because I wasn’t sure whether or not I was okay with God. I frantically prayed for forgiveness, over and over, but I wasn’t sure the words had meaning or if that was even what was required of me for salvation. Maybe I was forgetting something, or maybe my beliefs were just totally wrong. I decided that if I was going to hell or whatever dark underworld awaits me, it was too late to do anything about it now. I’m not sure if what I think in a dream accurately reflects what I would think if I were actually in that situation, but it did give me food for thought.
Best…burger…ev-ar…
“I never even got to have sex”
Unless by then I have, in which case it would be “Well, at least I’m not a virgin”
“It’s been a good life.” Then thoughts of those dear to me until the lights go out forever.
“I told you I was sick…”
Knowing me…
‘OK, that was incredibly stupid…’
When my car started to spin out on the ice and head toward the cement wall, I thought to myself “Well, AP, it was a nice life.” I then managed to hit the wall broadside, bounce off, spin around again so that I was in the right direction. Only damage was a dent on the left rear panel. The tail light did not even break. This was on I-90 just entering the tunnel eastbound on Mercer Island. I always thought the traffic control cameras must have caught it on tape. I could never figure out how to get a copy.
These days, either
a) the same as above.
b) “should have gone with Plan B”
c)“she said she was single…” (I doubt that one will be painless though.)
d)“aw, f*ck”
e)all of the above.
AP
Gaspacho…soup…<thunk!>
“Wait…do I attach the clamp to the positive terminal of my car first or the negative of his car first?”
Seriously. I live in fear of having to jumpstart a car because I just cannot remember which goes first…
Hmmm…I wonder what this does…