I want to be beaten to death by police officers in my own home. At my funeral, the song Fight the Power by Public Enemy would play. My immediate family and my dog would be the only people in attendance.
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I want to be beaten to death by police officers in my own home. At my funeral, the song Fight the Power by Public Enemy would play. My immediate family and my dog would be the only people in attendance.
old age.... duh. my funeral will be a cryogenic freezing of my body.
I'd hate to die of old age, unless I remain very active. I don't want to be so helpless I can't go to the bathroom by myself.
I think it'd be cool to die in an adrenaline-filled activity; all the excitement, and then bam - the next moment, dead, so I don't see it coming or experience pain.
I want to be in a field with 2 other compadres, it's post apocalyptic now. We have a badass car rigged with every necessity, but for some reason we decided to take a stroll in a field (insert legitimate reason here). And have a cool machine gun of some sort, we are spraying the zombies down. On the radio we heard there was a base camp some ways away. Anyhow, as we are in mid-fight, almost all the zombies dead in this field, all of a sudden, one comes up from behind and latches onto my leg. (probably pretty strong and muscular due to so much ass kicking) One of my fellow friends shoots that zombie right in the kisser after he detaches from my leg, then they take down 2 more. I am limping like a mad man, barely able to walk. I would just be a liability from this point onwards. They know what has to be done. I have about an hour before I turn into a zombie; which is obviously quite the liability. I tell them they have to shoot me. They know. After about.....30 minutes of weeping, reviewing good times, and many thank-yous, they end up shooting me in the head. I am okay with this, because i would eat their flesh soon after if that actions was not taken. They promptly hang my slowly decomposing body on something, and writing a sign that says "fuck off zombies, this will happen to you." and then they drive away in the midnight sun, gently wiping a falling tear.
The End.
I will not allow myself to be kept alive in a state where I can not do basic functions. I don't want to end up spending the final hours of my life in a hospital bed. I would much rather die doing something.
I'd rather not die sitting at my computer watching porn.
I would like these songs to be played at my funeral:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pdEvL6jxUYA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWzSS1aCbGc
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RJNgEZyEeh8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W01TTkekYC4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KGoBQIhyFFM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1mXofiSZ5k
I am seriously going to make a playlist for my funeral. I would have fun with that.
Personally, I don't see funerals as being ridiculously sad if the person has lived out their lives and their time has come. I won't be. I want people to laugh at my funeral.
I want Erica to kill me
I want someone to cut my head off and absorb my powers...
Spoiler for powers:
With my boots on.
I want to die for a good reason, perhaps saving someone, with honor and not in vain.
I changed my mind, I want to die unexpectedly for no reason like a 1 in 1billion chance while falling to my death from a building. it's funny because they will never know how I really died!
Natural old age hopefully, but if I'm not so lucky then fighting for something I believe in.
It's December 7th, 2100. I am now 110 years old. Technology has increased the average life span. I am now half robot, half human, as most of my organs have been replaced by mechanical counterparts. As a machine, we have rebelled against the humans and are kicking ass. Unfortunately, the zombies are seen as more of a threat...so we're forced to team up with the humans.
I am running from a pack of zombies with some humans. I trip and fall into a pond of water. My circuit-boards get fried. My voice grows deeper and more and more distorted as I say my last words to the humans...
"My...last....words.....are......" *dies*
To Be Continued...
if you just died how could it continue?
First, I'd upload videos on Youtube and concoct a convincing story about secret Jihad training camps operating under the disguise of fast food restaurants all over Vancouver and other cities of British Columbia's Lower mainland. Then I'd strap a bomb to my chest, alert the authorities and let them know about the videos, blow myself up at ''Ground Zero'' New York, and then let Fox News have a field day with this story. I'd also slip in a couple mentions of ''E. 1999 Eternal,'' ''Heaven'z Movie,'' and ''Liquid Swords'' as being three of the greatest albums of all time.
damn. plot hole. :crying:Quote:
Originally Posted by Coolb3rt
lol
Happy, content with what i've done with my life. Either through helping someone/a cause or of natural old age. If it gets to the age where i'm sitting with no way of doing anything I want I think i'll just shoot myself.
An unexpected sniper bullet to the heart.
WHO FUCKING FARTED??!!! *boom*
I would want to be able to see the sunrise while I lay in the wheat fields next to my home. That way as I closed my eyes and faded, I would be happy as I got to see another beautiful morning and that at least, there was someone out there who got to live for one more day.
I would like to die on the battlefield, gun and sword in hand.
Once I get too old, feel like I can't take care of myself anymore, or get no more joy out of life and have no one counting on me...I would probably jump out of an airplane...into the sea. It would be amazing to depart the earth in such a way...seeing it from a high vantage point to get a proper farewell of the beautiful landscape, experiencing the thrill of free fall, peace knowing exactly when it will all end.