Write a final letter to everyone, on the nearest piece of paper, until the lightning bolt strikes or the Cloverfield monster eats me or whatever.
Make a short goodbye video to my children, and hide a couple of I-Love-You notes for my wife around the house and in her books.
So as not to let anybody else’s answers influence my own I’ll answer before I read them.
Since there is no alcohol and are no recreational drugs in the house… I’d just wait.
Edit: Ten minutes isn’t long enough to do anything that’s worth doing.
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put out all the cat food in the house so they don’t eat me before someone finds me. write a list of last instructions about the cats and me.
Depends on where I was at the time. If I was within 8 minutes of a radio station or some very populated public place, I’d do a George Carlin: Get everybody’s attention, spout off a bunch of Scientologist garbage, and with an eye on the clock, wind it all up with “And if this isn’t the complete and total TRUTH, may God strike me dead!”
Otherwise, I think I’d hug my cats and my wife.
Or…ten minutes is not enough time to do something you’ve always wanted to do.
Hmmm…I think practical. I would say my goodbyes to my immediate family and probably end up croaking trying to figure out which phone to call my parents with my dog sitting on lap licking my neck.
I would decide to listen to some music in the last 10 minutes. Then I would be completely unable to decide which 2 or 3 songs to listen to, and spend 9 agonizing minutes trying to decide. Then I’d panic because I only had a minute left, and frantically hit the “random” option on my music player. It would wind up on one of the songs I hate, and I’d spend the last minute of my life listening to that, and die pissed.
Call my parents, delete certain files, and make a quick list of who gets what, in case that has any legal significance.
I’d invent a time machine so I could stay in that 10-minute window indefinitely!
It’d be difficult to invent a time machine in 10 minutes that consisted of much more than a cardboard box with a bunch of dials and buttons drawn on it.
But look at the bright side—at least you’d have something for your lifeless ass to be carried out in.
That’s enough time to dump any potentially embarrassing media into the apartment dumpster, slug down a generous helping of available spirits, cue up whatever CD struck my fancy at the moment, put the headphones on, crank it up, and sail away.
Write something nice and mysterious on the wall that will get media attention, leading to a conspiracy theory. Said writing will also be a puzzle that will lead people to a specific spot near where I died that would have a note it in that said “JUST JOKING!”. I’d like to be remembered by a bunch of nutters and bend some minds while I’m at it.
Clean my room while phoning my mum, dad, bro, grandmother, and best bud.
Probably call She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, for shits sake.
I’ve sat here for a little bit thinking about this… while calling my mother or a few people to tell them how I would feel would be nice, I am sure they would suck up all my time by dragging the conversation on. By doing that, I wouldn’t be able to call anyone else. …
So… If I could find some one willing, I’d like to have sex. I mean hell, If I am going to die… I want to die feeling good…
But that is just my theory.
I’d dust the front hall. It really needs dusted.
Down the whole bottle of aspirin, run to the hospital (it’s just around the block), and have the receptionist in the emergency room sign the “witness” line on the back of my driver’s license.
I’d jump in front of a bus. I don’t like being told what to do or when to do it.
Delete my ‘unusual’ porn.
Call someone to come find my body and take care of my cat so she doesn’t eat me.
Have sex with my husband. That’s definitely how I want to go out.
Write. Who knows? I may come up with something brilliant, haunting and publishable.