48 hours later.. the doctor calls your family and said there was an accidental file swap and that you're actually as healthy as a horse.
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48 hours later.. the doctor calls your family and said there was an accidental file swap and that you're actually as healthy as a horse.
Lol, well, I think most people here would have had a day very well spent. Others on the other hand :P
Most people only exist. Its hard to live when you're stuck working 9-5, go home to kids and a family, then sleep and start the day over again. Especially now, when you miss a bloody bill, and the world suddenly collapse around you. when you find out you're gonna die, things change. Don't have to worry about bills and jobs and life in general. Although I imagine the family man won't be partying hardcore. As much as saying you will, when it actually happens, they're more likely to say goodbye to family and loved ones. All that being said, maybe you live to have a family, or cause you like your job.
24 hours to live? Hmmm.
I would like most people spend time with my family, girlfriend, and my dogs. Tell them how much I love them. I would also go to tacobell and pig the fuck out (that's if the thought of me dying doesn't ruin my appetite), or maybe just get what I would normally have. Like AustralianFire, I'd go fire a gun because I never had, and I would try and go sky diving. I would also get a credit card and go buy a bunch of crap, knowing that the credit card companies would probably have to pay for it when I'm dead.
At some point, I'd go steal a car, either a corvette from the dealer ship, or just some random dudes car. Just because I've always sort of wanted to, and I would do some donuts.
Also, I would have my last... you know :D with my girlfriend.
If the doctor did call and say that my file got mixed up, I'd probably book a flight out of the country lol. I'd probably go live in Australia. I'm not sure if the police would go that far over a stolen car...? But I've always wanted to go to Australia and I wouldn't want a criminal record.
A man found dead of terminal cancer apparently spent his last hours putting donuts on his dick. What a world.
If you're a dying of an incurable disease and have no immediate family to pay off any credit card bills after you're gone, do the credit companies withdraw your card to prevent things like a death day spending spree? I don't know. Do you?
lol, these kind of donuts
Yeah, I'm not sure about that. But sometimes people at the store ask me if I want a credit card, and like "right now" (which is annoying, no I never want one). Of course, I wouldn't tell them I was sick. To them, I would merely be an irresponsible young person who is going to spend like no tomorrow (which I would), and then expect me to get caught up in credit card debt (which I wouldn't for I would be dead). I would expect them to go "we got fucked over" and then that would hopefully be money out of their pockets.
I'd firstly reveal the truth about my disagreements with my parents and assure them I'm a good person regardless. Then I'd set off to find my friends, do drugs (nothing hardcore as I want to keep my mind straight since I have much to say), and have a pleasant time together. I imagine it would be terribly emotional with plenty of weeping toasts. I would find that one person and reveal the true extent of my feelings.
I would probably have a laptop open frequently in which I'd be writing down all those things that have happened to me that I would never talk about otherwise.
Then I'd go into the woods and smoke weed with my closest friends as my death hour approaches.
* In reality I'd just be talking to people who matter, I'd have entirely too much to say to just waste time partying or whatever.
go to GLaDOS and have her remove my brain tumors. Then spend my final hours preforming tests while she ridicules me says the cake was a lie and talks about how much she hates lemons :/
I would be completely honest with everyone I could and then write letters to those that I wouldn't see but could later be given to them. Then probably spend time with a few people that have been significant to me over the years, read scripture, pray, and then go out on a run until I expired somewhere.
To my kids, I'd say: No matter what anybody ever tells you, you really can do anything you want. Be there for one another, and always make sure you're doing something every single day that makes you happy. Don't take life too seriously. I love you both.
To my boyfriend: I really did want to marry you. I was always just too afraid.
Then, I'd probably spend the rest of the 24 hours trying to finish my novel. My greatest fear is that I'll die before it's done.
Take a humongous dose of hash oil in an attempt to kill it to see if I can survive.
Then go out and lose my v card.
Totally knew this was coming lol
I'd tell my friend to go find some Heroin and MDMA, and that I'll pay $500 for pure product.
Then I'd go hire a Mustang, go pick up that friend, the drugs and some other chick I can have sex with.
Go out to the country, near the beach, take the drugs and fuck like crazy on the sand. Actually, I'd get two girls :lol: Oh yeah I'd probably get some Viagra so I could just fuck constantly until I wanted to do something else.
Tell this girl I used to know that I love her. Smoke some bud with her if she wanted to. Hopefully talk a bit.
Then I'd go out in to the forest or the beach and kill myself right as I was dying.
That seems pointless, but I would just want to experience killing myself.
Or maybe I'd pussy out and wait to see if I was really going to die. lol
Anyway, I'd die in the ocean or forest either way. So the animals can eat me. Probably ocean.
That's probably it, unless I could fly to another country if I could somehow steal a Mach3 Jet or something lol
I would spend the entire time writing like I never have before. I would also make some kind of will.
Then, right before my time is up, I would let myself fall off of a high place.
Suicide seems to be a common theme in this thread. Why?
Ehh, some people want to have control over how they go out.
Personally I'd just make the most of it with my love.
Because if I'm going to die anyways, I'd like to experience total free fall. Also, I don't want to die in a hospital bed.
Sounds like hell to me. :P
Mainly just to see what killing myself would be like. And as Savy said, free fall.
Jumping off a cliff in to the ocean. Damn good way to go.
I would tell my loved ones how much I love them, and to not miss me. :)