You are about to die, and you know it is coming. What will be your last words?

“Now what?”

Unless there’s time for my sons to remember my final wishes, in which case I will simply die laughing. I don’t know what could be more appropriate.

Also I hope there’ll always be a pad of paper and a sharp pencil nearby.

“Goodnight sweetheart, it’s time to go. Da nah na na naa.”

“I will be right around the corner waiting for you…”

Oh fuck it’s a bus!

The treasure is buried in the….

Death awaits. Death is only the beginning. I am immortal don’t creamate me. I told you that I was sick. See you in the next dimension. Or ow oh ow oh ow. Or owchy.

Love you all. Have happy lives. But for you assholes who are still here, fuck you to hell.

“Fuck”.

Women, children and ragingloli first.

Head for the chopper.

It’s been

Carrion

Told you

Hit it!

And my plastic tubes and beeping machine I leave to @ragingloli.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Go ahead, make my day.

Is this loaded?

When you have to die, then die. Don’t talk.

I would give my mom my passwords.

I did not steal that lunch, ranger sir!

If there is an afterlife I will find a way to let you know.

Well, SHIT THE BED!!!

Please don’t sing amazing grace at my funeral. No religious music either. Please and thank you.

“Ehh, it’s on the tip of my tongue….”

@rebbel – I was watching the classic film The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly over the weekend. One guy knows in which cemetery where the treasure is buried, and the other guy knows the name on the gravestone in the cemetery. But neither knows both.

So a good part of the story in the movie is the Ugly trying to cajole Blondie into telling him the name, before he kills him.

That must be ages ago since I saw it, cause I can’t remember anything of what you just said.
Worth a rewatch.

I would sing the Shema. I’m not religious, and I don’t believe in God, but it would still be the Shema. Partly because of what it means to me but also because I want to die with music.