What will your last words be?

Inspired by this thread, what will your last words be?

I think mine will be

And not
“Sweet Jesus, is that my lung?”

“Night, everybody.”

Damn. I hit reply to soon. I was going to add the typical “final words” nonsense labout how you have to make your last words count, sum up your life, have meaning, only have one shot, etc., etc.

Just pretend all of that’s in there, okay?

Assisted suicide is the way for me (hopefully), so something pithy that I’ve saved up for years, no doubt.

Like “What is the air-speed velocity of an un-laden swallow?”

“Yes, of course the circuit breaker is off! How stupid do you think…”

“Dude, I’m sorry, she told me she was single, so please put the gun down…”

“how does this thing wor-”

“Look…I’ve seen this done before. You just tuck and roll!”

I’m hoping for: “You damn kids get off my lawn!”

I’m hoping it’s not: “Hey, I found that moldy, half-eaten burger first!” or “Hi, welcome to Wal-Mart.”


“Hey, I found a wallet. Who’s Timothy Treadwell?”

Never again.

I fly aerobatics, so I’m betting mine will be something along the lines of, “Oh shit!” *

  • Actually, I doubt very much I will buy it in an airplane. But I’m told from people who THOUGHT they were about to auger one in that their last words would have been isomething along the lines of OS…

Hold my beer and watch this.

“what happens if i pull this leve…”

I’m torn between:

“Hey y’all! Watch this!”


“Elvis? Is that you!?”

Dammit Casey, you beat me to it (I assume we’re both referring to the ‘last words of a redneck’ joke?)

I’m borrowing this but “Woo Hoo! What a ride!”

I’m assuming it’s going to be something like, “I have this really cool piece of fabric in this pile over here. Let me get it,” and then “Eek! Mmmph,” as the fabric pile collapses on me and I’m smothered.

“OOOOooo Look! Shiny!!” right before I get run-over by a bus.