How would you prefer to die?

Edited my answer:
Tickled to death
It’s possible

Quietly. In my sleep. Although my greatest fear is that I’ll die in great pain, slowly, after a car accident.

Laughing! :-/

I think a duel would be delightful! ;)

I plan to live forever, thank you.

Suddenly, at an advanced age (>80) having been active all the way.

Euthanized in a field of flowers on a warm Summer day, like 75 degrees. I would be put to sleep staring up at the bright, blue, sky; maybe even while the sun is setting.

With my love.

I want to die in a very insane way that will make the newspapers. ‘nough said.

Without pain.

I want to be the first victim of the health care reform death panel. I’d then be immortalized in history and, ironically, live on forever…... like Paul Revere (the redcoats are here guy and the Kicks guy, though there was nobody named Paul Revere in that group. Still…...)

Oh, you know, as slowly and painfully as possible. lol

Obviously, I’d prefer to fade away in happy brownie bliss out mode in my hot tub.
Although the discovery of my boiled remains would not be at all pleasent for whomever finds me.

Soooo, I’ll go with the happy brownie, hot tub, die deep in the memory foam of my bed.

Oh, and preferably early enough in the evening that my animals are not left locked in their barn for days untill I am discovered.

From decompression of my space suit on Mars.

A great line from a novel I once read. One of the characters possessed a rather quick wit that often got him into trouble. He was traveling in unknown territory and inadvertently insulted a group of local guys who were out spoiling for a fight. One of them says:

“How would you like to die!”

To which he replied:

“At a ripe old age with a belly full of wine and the lips of a young maiden wrapped around my…”

@YoBob What was the novel’s name? if you can recall, I love a good read : )

Enough Nembutal to take me down.

I hope to just painlessly slip into unconsciousness.

Not from cancer.

Sorry @queenie, I don’t remember the name. I do, however, remember that it was one of those medieval fantasy stories. The character I mentioned was a midget and the bastard son of royalty. The bulk of the royal family who were actually close to the throne were your basic bunch of petty and inept morons who believed themselves superior while he was really the only one with the “cahones” and wherewithal to shepherd the kingdom through a difficult time.

If I have to die (and of course I do, since everyone does), then I want it to be while saving someone else’s life…

Richard Pryor had a great routine about this, which I’ll clean up considerably. He always said if given two choices of which line he would be in, you can bet it would be the sex line. His butt wasn’t going to be in the hit by a bus line. His butt was going to be in the sex line. Although last time I answered this way someone pointed out how traumatized the women I was with would be next time she was with a guy after someone died on top of her.

I want to die peacefully in my sleep like dear old Grandpa. Not screaming in terror like the passengers in his car.

@Dr_Dredd Is it bad if I really like the irony in that?

Having Angie Jolie repeatedly tap me over the bonce with a toffee hammer. She’d be wearing nothing but a cheeky smile & a spongebob necktie…...bliss sheer bliss ;¬}

Instantly and without warning. I don’t want to brood over my imminent death – I’ve spent enough of my time brooding and I’m done with it.

@Adirondackwannabe Not at all. :-)

After I came out of the anesthesia from being operated on for a shattered femur, fractured hip joint, and broken ankle ( military parachute jump gone wrong ), I came to with one of my daughters on one side and another daughter on the other side. I grabbed one of their hands, then went back out. I woke up again, grabbed the other one’s hand and then went back out. It was a wonderful feeling to know that someone cared that much.

This is how I would like to go… my wife on one side, holding my hand, and my children on the other side, taking turns holding my other hand. : ))

@CaptainHarley capt’n I salute you : )

@queenie

Thank you, hon, although I’m not sure what I said to deserve that! Heh!

You’re very kind. : )

BTW… my wife has already told me that she would be honored to ease my passing in such a loving way. : ))

Over the age of 100. In bed. With a nubile teenager…

Hopefully with my friends and family around, just peacefully. I’d want to do something playful before I passed. Like pull a coin out from behind my future wife’s ear and give it to her.

I agree with @Joker94, except not about the wife part.

Instantaneously and without pain.

I definitely want to go out after a dramatic and heroic duel to the death over someone’s honor or something. Seriously, though, I’d prefer it to happen in my sleep.

Stabbed 33 times in the chest. Or shot by the dude from “no country for old men”

@fujivelo ouch. will you bring along some morphine for yourself?

Yikes, i guess you want to go in pain @fujivelo. I will remember you as the person that wants to be stabbed or shot.

In a complex plot twist.

Barring that, in a duel.

Barring that, in a Nazi nuclear submarine explosion just before the submarine delivers its payload to New York City. The Nazi sub commander would point his Luger to my head and say “Now, ze Bastard of ze Fiddle, it is time you die!” To which I would respond “NO. U” While pushing the hidden detonator switch for all the dynamite I planted on the sub.

@Fiddle_Playing_Creole_Bastard that would be a very interesting way to go. I think that is very brave of you to have yourself be killed while taking out a submarine of Nazis. But where would you get all the dynamite?

@laineybug, I would inexplicably produce it from a brown leather hip bag I snuck aboard the submarine.

Like Marlon Brando’s Godfather. In the garden – in sunshine – drop dead without any warning. There would be Roses. I know it won’t be the garden I have at the moment, because the roses I planted have pretty much all died before me. Which I guess, is good.

@Fiddle_Playing_Creole_Bastard You sneaky “Bastard of ze Fiddle”.

I think a fanny pack would be quite noticeable, wouldn’t you?

@fujivelo, naw, more like a satchel is what I meant.

And I don’t think it matters if it’s noticeable. It’s my own personal deus ex machina that would save New York.

@Fiddle_Playing_Creole_Bastard If I ever watch the news and I see a story like: Exploding submarine saves New York, I’ll know it’s you.

@fujivelo that’d be hilarious on a dead person in a casket…just sayin’

I can see the tombstone now, “Here lies that man and his fanny pack which helped save all of New York. What a brave fanny pack.”

I could always use a tactical fannypack like this one.

@Fiddle_Playing_Creole_Bastard that would be very handy when exploding a Nazi submarine.

The same way I did the first time, for your sins, on a cross.

Let’s make this one count, shall we? All of this crucifixion is really playing hell on my long game.

I will have just eaten a fabulous dinner of steak and lobster, with chocolate cake for dessert. I will follow dinner with a glass of wine and soft music and one more kiss from my husband and daughters. Then I’ll just sort of peacefully slip away in my sleep.

Making love would be ideal and my second choice would be in my sleep. But without question my 3rd option would be drowning. Slow enough death and you would feel every second of slipping away plus it would be quiet.

In a desperate battle against the enemies of the sovereign individual.

Asphyxiating while Natalie Portman sits on my face.

Hey, you asked.

lmfao

In my sleep. Without regrets.

@Aesthetic_Mess Death by tickling would be a bad way to go. When I was a small boy my two older sisters used to tickle me until I vomited.

Any way, a quick death at age 96 by ruptured aneurysm sounds pretty good.

Fast and in the middle of happiness. A heart attack.—
or
slowly and peacefully, a gradual wearing out of the body and then to sleep, in my home or a loved one’s surrounded by family and friends.

The latter is unlikely, so I would choose number 1

Not for a very long time but when the day comes, I want to sleep through the process.

Drenched in chocolate.

@Fiddle_Playing_Creole_Bastard where are you going to find a Nazi sub gunning for NYC these days?

@anartist, same place I’ll find a satchel full of dynamite and a maniacal Nazi sub commander with an eye patch and an evil laugh…

…in my imaginattttionnnnn

It would be in a hotel room.In a four star hotel room on the end of my live line

I don’t care so much how I die, as what the result of my death is. I’d hate to die in my sleep (not that I’d know about it) for the simple reason that it does not serve a function. I would like to be shot on the battlefield, if I were fighting for a worthy cause. I would like to be tortured and brutally murdered, if I were protecting innocent people. I will be happy to settle for any method that doesn’t ruin my body though, since I would like it to be able to do some good when I’m dead.

But of course I’ve got a whole lot of living left to do, and I don’t plan on being in any of those situations.

Yay! I woke up not dead again!

Congratulations honey! :P

“I get up each morning and dust off my wits
Open the paper and read the obits
If I’m not there I know I’m not dead
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed”

- Pete Seeger (“Get Up and Go”)

I lost a dear friend on March 9.
He just turned 50 in October.
Keeled over dead at dinner with his wife of a massive heart attack.
Dinner and dead in less than 10 minutes. :-/

Yesterday at the dentist when I was filling out my next appt,‘s postcard I was reflecting “Wow…ya never know, I might not be at the dentist again in 6 months.”

The receptionist said that she has had 2 people this week that said ” I won’t be here in 6 months.”

Both with terminal illnesses.

Postcards from the edge.

How sad @Coloma. True enough though, none of us know what tomorrow has in store for us. Interesting they were going to get their teeth fixed or whatever before they died… well I find it interesting! Maybe they were in pain…

@Mz_Lizzy

Who knows?
My daughter said the same thing. lol
Well…I suppose if I had 6 months to live I’d want to keep my smile as bright as possible. :-D

I did think that too @Coloma. But then…. what are the pearly gates made of? Might be better to stick with your horrid teeth!

I’m pretty sure my odds of dying from Rabies are above average. haha
Just had the 1st Bat of the season swoop through my front door and commenced to do the bat broom dance.
Soon the Skunks and Raccoons will surround my hot tub at night hoping I drop an olive or a piece of salami while tubside dining.

My environment is high risk for lots of potential freak accidents like trees falling on you, drowning in the river, falling down hills and being devoured by Mountain Lions. lol

@Coloma That happened to a friend of mine from work. He had just celebrated his retirement from the VA, and two weeks later keeled over from a massive heart attack. His wife found and resuscitated him (she’s a doctor, too), and he lingered for 5 months on a ventilator, only to pass away a few weeks ago.

Another friend from work (an amazing nurse) recently passed away from pancreatic cancer at age 44, and still another one was just diagnosed with metastatic kidney cancer.

Makes me want to go hug my family, my friends, and my dog.

Hey fiddle, you make me laugh!

@Dr_Dredd

Nothing like a brush with death to make us realize just how much the people in our lives mean to us.

@CaptainHarley So true. :-(

@Dr_Dredd Now I’m seriously bummed. Why is pancreatic cancer so nasty? Give your dog a hug from me.

Good Lord… perhaps you should move! The only brush we have with wild animals in my neighborhood, is the occasional bobcat. My hubby’s friend just had to shoot one a few weeks back, because it was absconding with one of his guineas.

@WillWorkForChocolate I would think he might want to thank the bobcat for getting rid of the guinea.

I just like the idea of a bobcat “absconding” with anything! I imagine him in a ski mask.

@Adirondackwannabe No, that was the third guinea of his that had been stolen/eaten! Not to mention 4 chickens, 2 ducks and 2 geese! He was pissed! :P

@Seelix Hehe! That was one sneaky little bobcat!

@WillWorkForChocolate

Yep, I’ve had a few of those ’ they’re all dead’ moments over the years with Bobcats and Coyotes killing my chickens.

We have a stone marker in the old pet cemetary for 11 chickens that all died in ” The great Mt. Aukum chicken massacre.” lol

@Adirondackwannabe The problem is that it is so insidious. It initially presents with very vague symptoms such as bloating. By the time people realize something is wrong, it usually has already spread. They can catch it early sometimes, but it’s usually by accident, when they’re doing a scan for something else.

The puppy thanks you for the hug. :-)

Nothing better than puppy hugs.

I’d like to freeze to death – I hear that after intense discomfort, you then feel very comfortable and warm as the heat leaves your body, and it’s like floating to death on a cloud. I don’t really care how I die very much, though – I care much more that I know it’s coming. I would like to be able to say goodbye to myself and to the world.