I meant Foggy. Sorry Citizen…
Doing something unexpected, in some exotic place with my, by then, elderly husband. I’m thinking, like, maybe, zip lining in Costa Rica at 85yrs, something along those lines. Although I could also do ‘death by misadventure’ certainly.
Failing that, in my husbands arms, from what, or when, or where, matters very little to me.
Same here. Our laughter and conversation at Mom’s bedside didn’t cover the death rattle, which is not realy a rattle but the saliva that the dying person can no longer swallow. It was like listening to someone drown for 24 hours. I don’t want my kids to experience that with me.
Alone, Up high, on a hill, with a beautiful view encompassing mountains, water, and as little civilization as possible. Afterwards, some animals can eat me and I’d be good.
However, I am now married, and I’m not sure my sweetie would like this idea. <sigh> I’m a big fan of the idea of ‘going out’ however you’d prefer, taking things into your own hands if desired, so I’m not sure what’s going to ACTUALLY happen. But I’d prefer to be outside. In the middle of beautiful nowhere.
At home, surrounded by loved ones.
I hope this doesn’t come off as insensitive, but I was incredibly moved by the story of Marley’s little brother’s final days. He was at home, surrounded by people who cared for him, snuggled up with his dog. I can’t imagine what his family went through but I remember thinking, ‘‘When it’s my time, that’s how I want to go out. Safe with the people who love me.’’
I want a cat on my chest, purring.
I hope to come back as a cat, so it will attune my spirit with that nature.
In any case, cats are masters at living in the moment, so I know I will pass with no fear or regret.
This is my romantic side. My more practical side knows that death isn’t pretty. I have no desire to have my loved ones experience that. I think most of us would like to die peacefully in a garden or on a mountain top or in our sleep…the key word being peacefully.
I’d like to die in a way that lets my family have closure and say goodbye, but which doesn’t leave them with the burden of dealing with my body…and I’m definitely not a fan of the whole casket thing. But while I’m pretty sure I want my body disposed of by promession, that’s not currently an option in the U.S.
Okay, that was a slight digression. I’d want to go with enough time to say goodbye from a hospital bed, and then have my body whisked away after a quick demise.
I want to die peacefully in my sleep like my grandfather, not screaming and hollering like his passengers.
But seriously, a quiet passing while asleep at a healthy 105 would do it for me. That’s assuming I’m going to die at all.