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This may be a little macabre but anyone ever think of where they would die if you could chose the spot they would leave the earth ?

Mine would be on a wooded hillside bluff overlooking the ocean. A warm summer day underearth the shade of the trees with the wind blowing off the ocean with just a hint of the taste of salt in the air . I see myself sitting at the base of a moss covered tree listening to the sound of the surf, wind and the foresee life and then just fade away .I can think of no better scene to take me to what's next.

The thought of being in a hospital room with the noise , smells and coldness of everything would really bum me out ...lol ..

Being surrounded by family and friends would be almost as bad IMO . They can't come with you and try as they might their sadness would show through and permeate into my final moments , again bumming me out .

Surprise would be ...well just that a surprise so maybe that would rob me of the peaceful parting that I want . A plane crash would really really [censored] me off because I travel a lot and have had time to think about it and man would it suck . All the screeching and hollering plus I can't stand roller coasters and that would be the mother of all drops .

The same way 'Blue' died in Old School.

Being 95, shot by a 26 year old jealous husband, caught between the legs of his beautiful wife.



Jokes aside....atop Snoopers Rock, that is a pretty special place, maybe 20 miles from where I live. That would be a good place.

It's just a little curve in this world, but it's a really nice curve!

I am thinking of a Richard Pryor skit where he was talking about his a guy { I know who, but won't say] who "came and went at the same time."

If I knew I was going to die, I'd have my funeral while I was still alive and say goodbye and have a final party with family and friends. Then I'd have my wife and son drop me off in Yellowstone with my backpack and give them a final wave goodbye as I walked down the trail. Then like you, I'd pick a spot along a hillside bluff, but rather than the ocean it would be overlooking the Lamar valley.

Face down in a snow drift, still gripping the shovel.

Dead with my boots under her bed.

Where and how I leave this earth is far less important that what awaits me afterwards. The most beautiful vision as the life leaves my eyes will be like nothing compared to the beauty that waits beyond.

In the middle of the Browns locker room celebrating the Browns Superbowl win with the team.

I agree, where is not so important.

In the big scheme of things neither is when.

Just last year (or the year before?), the last person born before 1900 died.

That's it. People that lived to 100, people who lived to 18. Sick little children. They're all dead.

If I die this afternoon, so what? (oh wait, I gotta work and get some chores done tomorrow)

So what's important? Probably nothing. We're just a bunch of bugs that evolved on this rock in space.

I guess I'd like to not die by slow torture.

Where?

Tonight, in my sleep while in bed, totally unexpected, will do.

I'll let you know how that turns out.

PS. Happy National Fettuccine Alfredo Day! (it only comes around once a year - today!)



It's like Christmas, Thanksgiving, cheese and noodles all rolled-up into one.

None of us are getting out of this life alive.

If I can't take it with me, I'm simply not going...

What better way to go. Wonder how long it will take the mortician to wipe the smile off my face...

In the saddle.

Ryan Stiles once said on the Drew Carey Show, "You come into this world naked and wet in a room full of people and that's the way you go out."

Drew Carey responded, "NO YOU DON'T!"

To which Ryan said, "You do if you plan it right."

I'm going with that.

A flea bag motel in Jersey City,with a hooker in the bed and a half empty bottle of cheap liquor on the night stand.

Dream big, my friend.

Only one?

I think a trip to Vegas with a posh room and gorgeous women till your heart explodes seems the way to go to me. I mean I don't want bugs eating me alive before I'm even dead lol. I think all men have this darkside fantasy.

I also think it would be cool to die while saving someone else or for a noble cause. It's the viking in me that want to die while I am still useful. I don't like the idea of dying of old age in a nursing home.

If I pick my favorite idea though it's this:

I want to lay my head on my daughters lap while watching the grandkids playing in the fields and just quietly slip off to sleep with a smile on my face after enjoying a great cookout with the family.

A few of these have been done already i think:



That was Luke Skywalker pretty much.




And that was the Bassist of the Who, John Entwhistle. (Although it was Vegas, and a stripper and Cocaine )

Either way, great aspirations dawgs and a fitting end!

Don’t matter to me. I’ll be dead. That said, I hope it’s as pain and suffering free as possible.
Now after my death I know what I want...waste not, want not...Soylent Green me. Even if it’s animal feed. Why not? It’s just meat. Protein.
Seems rediculous to put a body in the ground anyway. Mildly narcissistic even. What’s the point? In most situations/families within about 3 generations the grave is basically forgotten. It just seems like a waste of land.
To each their own.
Burn me. Eat me. Leave me to the crows. Just don’t stick me in an overpriced box in the ground and stand over me.

This thread got me thinking, as did your post.

And, just 2 days ago, on facebook, in the 'on this day' thing - I had posted this: "366 days ago, my aunt looked cancer in the face, and kicked it's ass".

At the time, it was true. She was cancer free. Just under 6 months ago, she died. Not from the cancer necessarily, but from the treatment to eliminate it.

I get what you're saying about "it doesn't matter to me, I'll be dead."

Graves - I don't see them as a waste of land myself. And I certainly don't judge someone or their family on being buried vs. being cremated. I know many that have done burials, and many that have been cremated. As you say: It doesn't matter, as they are dead.


I will take issue, though, with the "3 generation" thing you posted. I'm lucky enough to be able to visit a cemetery where my great great great grandma was buried. I'm lucky enough to visit a cemetery where my great great grandpa is buried.

GGG grandma even had a new headstone put on her grave, courtesy of several descendants.

GGG grandpa moved up to Michigan after GGG grandma died, and he died there, in Michigan. I've not been there.

I know a fair amount of my ancestors backgrounds, and for ME, standing beside their graves, knowing their bones are in a box 6 feet beneath me, is cathartic.

I don't see cemeteries as a waste of land. That's just me, though.

Donate yourself to science.

in Jennifer Aniston

I’ve considered it. In the mean time I’m an organ donor hoping I’ve got another 35 or so years on this rock to wear them out first.

I tried. Science turned me down.

I mostly agree.



I agree in that I like to visit my parents down in Florida, they are in a 18x18 box on a wall. I does bring comfort to tend their wall, place some new artificial flowers, etc.


In Switzerland, you can buy a permanent burial plot for a lot of money. Space is limited. You can also "rent" a spot for 125 years, after which you are dug up, with the remains turned over to any descendants who care, or disposed of....not sure how if not claimed. Another person is buried in the same plot for the next 125 years.


People who became famous for one reason or another aren't disinterred.

I donated my body to science fiction .....