'Lo again, Meant to bring this up when I first joined but it slipped by me.

About a month ago I was over at a friends house out in the boondocks, having a small party amongst ourselves. I bought the booze, and much drinking ensued. As the night/morning drew to a close we all crashed in our respective rooms. I slept on this uncomfortable couch, and in retrospect had I not been intoxicated, I would have slept on the floor. I immediatly feel fast asleep.

A couple of hours later I suddenly realised I was dying- I couldn't remember how or where I was, either a combat inflicted wound or old age in a hospital bed. I was very much alone, I went through all the stages within about 10 seconds, Denial, Anger, Fear, Acceptance, etc.

In the denial stage I tried prying open my right eye, this I did in reality- as come morning I realised I was looking at the Scottish Royal Banner on my friends ceiling through a barely open and very intoxicated right eye < think bear goggles.

Soon I accepted my fate, never once appealing to a deity to save me- as it would be a hypocritical thing to do (assuming I died right then). And I soon began trying to sum up the best things in my life, after a very short deliberation (almost without thinking) the best thing in my life I could think of was Office Space

The last thing I pictured in my mind as I died was Ron Livingston, followed by Milton:

I used to be over by the window, and I could see the squirrels, and they were merry, but then, they switched from the Swingline to the Boston stapler, but I kept my Swingline stapler because it didn't bind up as much, and I kept the staples for the Swingline stapler and it's not okay because if they take my stapler then I'll set the building on fire... [/b]
And I died.


It was so real, or atleast real in what I perceive death feeling like- a pseudo-peaceful feeling washing over the body. Yet with this sinking feeling at the same time- truly something I don't really want to repeat again.

Anyone else have this happen?