Just a light conversation about DEATH

Probably from something caused by how badly I've treated my body so far.
Committing suicide after an erotic disappointment would be pretty ironic, considering my views on relationships.
I hope I die from a massive stroke with no warning at all. One minute I'm ok and a second later dead. I would hate being a burden on anyone.

At least for now, at the ripe old age of 33, I can't say that I'm really afraid of dying. I think it helps that I'm an atheist. It gives the whole thing an air of indifference. As I get older this may change but for now that's how I feel.

most likely: colon cancer

ironic: cirrhosis of the liver (since i don't drink); lung cancer (since i don't smoke); killed by a dog (since I love dogs). there's so much potential for my ironic death.

hope: smothered by puppies. lots of puppies. Seriously, though, who wouldn't pick the "quick and painless" death here? i don't hate anyone enough to want to burden them with my vegetabled self.

ready: as I'll ever be. if i get some kind of drawn out, terminal illness I'll be pretty pissed. and will quickly become not ready to die. and then my wife will probably kill me for trying to die first.

Most Likely: Suicide
Ironic: Dying at a point of my life where I've achieved enough to have a reason to live.
Hope: Going to sleep and just not waking up.

Ready: Yes I am. There's not too much going on in my life that's giving me a reason to live. As of now that is. Who knows what's to come?

Most Likely: Heart attack or cancer. Got family history with both those bad boys.

Ironic: Electrocuted on stage when my lips hit the mic while playing guitar.

Hope: Grand-daddy of heart attacks. Boom...gone.

Ready: No. No. No. I have a five year old. I'm supposed to be here for her as long as I can. Have a wife, too, who sort of expects me to stick around. I truly would hate to dissappoint her.

Wow, Nino is a downer...

Most Likely: Heart attack.

Ironic: Electrocuted walking over a sidewalk grate, or landed on and smashed by a suicide jumper. These are both random fears of mine, the latter of which makes me paranoid to walk near tall buildings.

Hope: If I can't die in my sleep at the ripe old age of 97, then maybe a prolonged disease would be best. At least then I'd have time to prepare. Is there such a thing as a prolonged disease that's totally painless and allows me to die in soft lighting?

Ready: Nope. I'm rather morbid and have been paranoid about dying since I was about 7 years old. I don't think it's the dying part that freaks me out, so much as the fact that it could happen at any moment and cause a great inconvenience to my plans in life.

Likely: Doing something altruistic.
Ironic: Something unforeseen (e.g., a girlfriend's ex takes a swing at my head with a bat from behind)
Wish: Doing something altruistic or at least knowing that my death was in the cause of helping someone else. Doesn't matter what age to me.

Not afraid of death. Maybe the pain that would possibly come associated with it, but not death itself. It's just a stage before moving onto something else. Like childhood.

Most likely: similar to teledork, my family has a history of heart problems. I'm hoping to rule out the "Big Casino" since, unlike most of my grandparents, my dad and brother, I don't smoke.

Ironic: a head-scratcher, but I'm guessing crushed to death by stampeding moviegoers while waiting on line for a movie I've wanted to see (I gotta wait HOW LONG for Iron Man?)

Wish: To make it to 100, and go peacefully in my sleep.

Not afraid of death - it's the next big adventure - but not in a hurry to die yet either (far too much cool shit to see and do yet).

That's how Chewbacca died. You'll be in good company.

Most likely: Car accident or mugging (being shot).

Ironic: Having a big-screen TV (or giant bookcase) fall on me.

Wish: I dunno how, but hopefully when I'm 100+ years old. I don't care how old and fucked up I'd be.

Ready: Not at all. I'm terrified by the idea. It's probably a huge sign of immaturity or something, but the idea that maybe there is no afterlife at all and death is dying and nothing more... it's depressing and scary. I just hope for two things, 1) that this fear goes away the older I get or 2) I get some sign that there is some kind of afterlife, be it Yahweh or Ganesha... just gimme something to work with!

I guess I'm ready for death. Unless some plans come up or something.

Oswalt said it and made it famous, but I've ALWAYS wanted to die in the Apocalypse, whatever form it may take. If we nuke each other to death and I must wander a nuclear winter wasteland until I die, that would be fucking cool.

Come oonnnnnnnnn 12-21-2012. Please let that really be it.

I would imagine that by now you're ahead in the score, Lis.....

Taxis - 0
Lisa - 4

It's that one home loss that really ruins the record in the end, you know?

Most likely: Aviation mishap.

Ironic: Doing something thoroughly mundane. Lke having a massive coronary whlie riding on the Metro one morning.

Wish: The best way to go would be by taking a bullet in the service of my country.

Afraid: No. I've had a couple of very close calls, and I know how I'll face it when my time comes. But I'm afraid of cancer. I've had a few people who are close to me die of it, and it's a hell of a way to go. The good news: it doesn't run in my family.

I'll play...

Most likely: something stress related, aneurysm maybe. And if I dont' stop smoking, there's always that.

Ironic: I've never left the contiguous 48 states, and everyone I know bugs me about it, so if I finally got a passport, left the country, and then died the second I set foot in a foreign land with someone running up and stabbing me (I hear muggers stab people in distant lands, none of this gun stuff). They'd be LAUGHIN' it up back home.

Wish: At some point when I've accomplished any modicum of the things I want to in life, and I happen upon a fire or some sort of hostage situation. I could run in, save a few lives and then get killed in the process, like a quasi-suicide that would make my life in the end mean something, but avoid all that being old and slowly dying stuff. Wow, that sounded way more depressing than it does in my head.

Afraid? the idea of death itself doesn't scare me, just not being able to live to accomplish enough of the things I want to do before it's over. If I can get some stuff done, then I'm pretty sure I'd be ok with it if I knew it was coming. Though, who knows, when faced with it I may become a blubbering and whiny fool who pees his pants/depends.

The only thing I can answer is, I always figured I'd get shot.

I'm not even going to predict how I might or might not die. I've always had this deep-seated certainty that cancer is going to get me at the age of 46. I guess we'll see.

One weird thing is that having a kid now makes me want to at least make it into her 30s or so to see how she turns out. I'd like to see what she looks like when she grows up, give her away at her wedding, maybe hold a grandkid or two (wow, that is just mind-blowing to think about), and all that rot.

But whatever. I regard what happens after you die to be the great mystery of the human condition (question- does atheism necessarily preclude the possibility of an afterlife?), and I'm kinda curious to see what, if anything, there is. But the whole way of getting there, though - there's really no good way to go, y'know? BEING dead bothers me much less than the actual DYING part of the deal.

Most likely: Suicide, overdose, messy accident

Ironic: Dying peacefully in my sleep at the age of 88

Wish: Ideally I'd like to drive my cherry red convertible off a cliff, waving my guns around and screaming about reptiles; or at least something really dramatic with an explosion. Being torn apart by a werewolf would also be cool.

Ready: As ready as I'll ever be. I'm starting to enjoy living more now than I did before, but all the highs and lows and in betweens are so exhausting. I used to want to die, now I'm just prepared for it to happen at any time.

I've never been dumb enough to smoke or drink, but my diet is not that great so a heart attack shall do. Maybe boredom.

I hope it's quick, just fall over dead one day without notice would be ideal.

Most likely: One of a few hereditary conditions, it'll probably only start showing up on ym autumn years. Heart failure is where the smart money is.

Ironic: Killing myself, because I somehow lost my sight. If I ever lose my sight, I'm getting roaringly drunk, getting laid, and then blowing my fucking brians out. I hope I don't miss.

Wish: Something slow, painless if possible. I want to see it coming, no way am I not gonna be given the chance to make peace with the cosmos before I stop being.

Ready: No. Shit, fuck no. Damnit. Not fair.

I've thought for a long time that I would commit suicide at some point. I've been battling depression and suicidal tendencies for many years, and I figure at some point, be it tomorrow or in thirty years, I'll give in.

And that doesn't really scare me, because if it does get to that point, I would clearly be ready to die.

edit: And considering my smoking habit, I could one day get lung cancer, in which case I probably would just kill myself because I would get so tired of thinking about death all the time. That's why I don't really want to get old. I figure if I live past sixty I would think about death 24 hours a day.

Most Likely: I'll probably die of some form of cancer (I have Basal Cel Carcinoma Nevus Syndrome).

Ironic: Dying of old age would be pretty ironic--especially if I outlived all of my immediate family members--largely due to the fact that I was supposed to be the first to go.

Hope: In the bigger picture, I have a world class education and have some exciting graduate studies prospects, so I'd like to live long enough to do something that utilizes those things.

Ready: Yes I am. In the absolute worst case scenario, it turns out that Islam was the one true faith and I go to Hell. In that case, I'd just console myself with the fact that I led a pretty decent life and backed the Abrahamic faith that I found most beautiful. (Plus, unlike most Christian conceptions of Hell, my understanding is that Islamic Hell is not quite as permanent a destination.)

In the best case scenario, it turns out that Christianity was the right choice after all and I get to enjoy complete and direct communion with the Godhead.

In the in between scenario, death is the complete destruction of the self. If that's the case, I won't be around to care.
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Most likely: Car accident. Not because I am an unsafe driver, but because I have a predilection for smaller vehicles (Miatas, forever!). And with others driving larger and larger cars whilst gabbing on cell phones and putting on makeup or yelling at their kids, I figure I'm just going to flat out get run over, someday.

Ironic: Getting buried under a mountain of trash, or some electrical incident, since I'm pretty into recycling and energy-conservation. Or, a whale swallows me as I'm swimming/an endangered animal chews me to bits...

Wish: Just to not be a burden. I don't want anything prolonged. Although I'd like to have one grand, passionate, yet ultimately doomed love affair before it happens.

Readiness: I accept that death is part of life. I don't know if any currently healthy person is ready for it when it happens, but I don't live in fear of it. I believe in the old, "when it's time, it's time" thing. Doesn't necessarily mean I do really stupid things and court it, but this is one thing you can never truly predict.

There are more cries for "help" in this thread than in the Beatles song...