Okay folks, seeing as it's something we will all be doing, I thought I would start this happy thread :thumbsup:
How do you want to snuff it but more importantly, how do you see it really happening.
I would love to die around the 80's mark on a rollercoaster, as that would make me extremely happy and Carolyn could be on the telly saying (and meaning it) it's the way he wanted to go! Plus just think of all those other riders either crapping themselves or laughing and to top it all the ride would be closed for the rest of the day :lol:
I reckon I will end my days confronting a gang doing something terrible and end up taking a few out before I hit the floor. I just feel this will be the way I go out, as I constantly seem to be doing this! I have numerous stories to tell about confrontations I have had and when I have left the scene thought to myself "Fucking Hell John, what are you doing!" ::)
Okay, over to you lot. Remember it's how you want to go out followed by how you feel you will go out!
I'd like to pass away peacefully in my sleep. No pain, no fear, no fuss. Just <blip> dead.
As for the way I will most likely end up dying... A quick and agonisingly painful death from heart attack seems most likely. Given my sedentary lifestyle, terrible diet, and pessimistic outlook on life, there's a good chance this will happen.
Unfortunately, I believe in God and the afterlife, so, from my perspective, dying could be just the beginning of my problems.
I'm going out screaming on fire in a ultra explosive boom under the crushing tracks/feet of a alien tank/mech.
"Spectacularly."
Muff diving accident.
Dream: go out in a blaze of sour grapes.
Reality: we're all gonna die of cancer.
with a whimper.
I'd like to die at an old age, in an accident so bizarre it ends up in the national newspapers.
Like spontaneously combusting in front of the queen, or something.
Flying my spaceship into a black hole.
Although like all the other men in my family, I'll probably develop heart disease and then die, gasping and clutching my chest in the queue for the post office.
Reverse Marvin Gaye.
I'd be happy to do a Tony Curtis and die in bed beside my wife/partner at the age of 85
If I'm single then it'll be off my face on heroin at an insane pagan orgy, at the age of 85
Death by Vinegar Strokes it shall be then.
Drunk, preferably.
Ha! There I was about to put something along the lines of "in my sleep in my eighties after I've had a good few years with the grandkids"... But now someone has pointed out the option of "flying my spaceship into a black hole" instead! *ponders* :D
I'd like to die laughing but knowing my luck I'd probably go of a stroke whilst straining a dump
I'd like to die in my sleep, like my friend's grandfather did.
I wouldn't want to be aware that I was about to die, screaming in anguish and fear. Like the other people in the car.
I plan to live forever - and you know what? So far, so good.
Taking as many of you with me as possible.
not sure how I want to die, but I'd like a Hollywood style, viking chieftain's funeral. Complete with burning long boat, set adrift in the North Sea.
Steven
I'd like to be towed above a city in a lifesize replica x-wing, then have the cable detached and plummet to my firey death as crowds of people look on in disbelief.
But it'll probably be a heart attack.
What a lovely thread!
How I wanna: Boning Megan Fox please...
How I probably will: Typing some utter drivel on 2000... AD onliiiiiiiiighh... Thunk!
Quote from: mygrimmbrother on 22 February, 2011, 11:43:40 PM
I'd like to be towed above a city in a lifesize replica x-wing, then have the cable detached and plummet to my firey death as crowds of people look on in disbelief.
But it'll probably be a heart attack.
I think these guys may be able to set you up:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ZBEI-lH0W4 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ZBEI-lH0W4)
I'm going to get into Yale University, then I'm going to own myself so that my roommate gets an automatic 4.0 for the semester, but then it turns out that I actually went to Yale in the past and that my roommate was on the verge of flunking out. My roommate was George W. Bush. ENJOY YOUR PRESIDENT, BITCHES.
The way I came into it. Fat,bloody and disappointed.
Hopefully, onstage, like Tommy Cooper & Howlin' Wolf. Ideally, during the crescendo of a brain-frying encore to the sound of thunderous applause. Not at the start of the show, which would just be lame.
Drunk in a santa suit.
Aged 99. Skydiving. Above the Empire State Building.
crushed under my full collection of 4000 progs.
CU Radbacker
Y'know what? I'm not sure I like the implied threat there CF
Proton decay.
Ignoring for a moment CF's assertion that he often "does horrible things in front of gangs" (there's a word for people like you, and it's the same one that applied to that girl I once saw naked, being mounted by a great dane in a backstreet in Brighton at 3am as a crowd of onlookers cheered them on), I'd probably like to go out very quickly and with no severe pain. Blown up, while shagging a sexy suicide bomber.
In reality, I expect cancer and a protracted illness leading to a heart attack at about 65.
Which is not good.
SBT
I would like to go out in a hail of bullets.
I suspect I will go out from a cancerous heart attack while eating a deep fried something before I reach fifty. Hey-ho!
If my family history is any indication it will be a heart attack or cancer in my 50's so I have at least 10 years to enjoy yet.
I don't really mind, just so long as it isn't so odd/weird that it causes friends and family to cough nervously and look at the floor whenever my name is mentioned.
Ideally, doing something massively heroic so they'll put up statues of me, such as throwing myself on a hand grenade in an orphange; or geriatric and balls-deep in a woman young enough to be my granddaughter.
Realistically, heart attack, cancer or emphysema seem most likely.
I'm hoping to die a truly spectacular death, driving my flaming Vauxhall backwards into an oil refinery surrounded by cheering Greenpeace protesters, all of whom will be incinerated by the blast.
More likely to die like Beksinski though. Stabbed by my gardeners son during a break-in.
protecting my child from a pack of wild dogs but really the heart attack seems likely
i do know it wont be electrocution as ive had two chances both being wet in shower as it blew up!
Quietly, quickly and as soon as possible!
Yes I know I'm a depressing little bugger :D
Quote from: SmallBlueThing on 23 February, 2011, 08:37:01 AM
it's the same one that applied to that girl I once saw naked, being mounted by a great dane in a backstreet in Brighton at 3am as a crowd of onlookers cheered them on
So you didn't like my Scobby-Doo costume then SBT?
There is just no pleasing some people!
Scandalously, following an enormous bust-up with Ivo over whose turn it is to pay for the coke and Ferraris full of high-class prostitutes. All of which will be reported in the NME as "musical differences."
It's joining in the first place that might be the problem, given my total lack of musical talent.
Quote from: Dandontdare on 23 February, 2011, 02:35:42 PM
Ideally, doing something massively heroic so they'll put up statues of me, geriatric and balls-deep in a woman young enough to be my granddaughter.
I'm not sure a statue like that would be appropriate! (Snigger.)
Die... how depressing. Hopefully peacefully and quietly in my sleep. (Yeah I know... boring.) Hopefully a good deal older than most people since it seems to take me twice as long to get stuff done. (As long as I age at a slower rate too of course. Which seems unlikely.) On the other hand, maybe that would just be dragging out a lonely life...
Likely: 60s or 70s of a heart attack or cancer. Both my Dad's parents died fairly young before they reached 60. On the other hand my Dad is in his late 60s and is going strong and the doctors have shown they can catch issues earlier and treat accordingly.
Say what one will about the NHS, it certainly has it's moments.
I rarely go to the doctors though, even when I should. :)
Devoured by locusts.
I KNOO you'd say that
By myself on a hillside in the Scottish Highlands as the sun is setting. Looking westward over the world...with a flask of whiskey, the world's biggest spliff, a ghetto blaster with "Now that's what I call Bagpipes!-Volume 4" and a revolver (or somesuch other lethal thing). My place, my time, my way.
The reality? Probably a heart attack at my drawing table, halfway through drawing a page of Judge Dredd. Now, there's a reason for CF to outlive me. The LAST page of Dredd ever drawn by Colin MacNeil, complete with his dying breath! ;) What celler could resist that?!
Heart attack brought on by the exertion of stoving Sc*j*'s stupid receding forehead in with half a house brick.
...
What?!
Cheers!
Jim
This is proving a surprisingly popular thread! Well, that's the joy of pondering your mortality for you...
Btw I'm still going with "flying my spaceship into a black hole" but would like to have the Disney Black Hole OST playing full blast on the onboard stereo as we go in! Der der der der-e-e-errr, der der der der-e-e-err! Yes, that's it, that's just how the music sounds, I can hear it clearly now! Eh? What do you mean tone deaf?
Plummeting to my death from a multi storey building with the delusion that I am Superman, on live pay per view.
V
A friend of my brother's (no, not me!) jumped off a garage roof when he was eight pretending he was Superman... Got away with only a broken arm! His mum wasn't too pleased once she'd recovered from realising how much worse it could have been! :D
Would like to go in a blaze of glory but will settle for blowing my brains out with a piece, having just found out I was terminally ill. To be done while in a fit state so people's last memories of me would be of a fit, able bodied person rather than a wreck.
And just like when Alexander the Great died, all my generals can have wars to divide my empire 'cos I won't tell them beforehand who is having what.
Reality is that I will probably bail out due to problems with the ticker. Rather than a quick exit from a heart attack (believe me, in the greater scheme the heart attack is a mercy killing) I will spend weeks fading away in hospital, in squalor, for weeks plugged into all sorts of machines as organs fail one by one and drugged up on morphine to the point of going ga-ga until the machines were switched off. And with no relatives present. No thanks, better start planning for the preferred option but I'm not very far with the empire.
I liked what John Le Mesurier said just before he died. Story goes he told his wife: "Just tell them I conked out."
Quote from: The Cosh on 23 February, 2011, 07:41:05 PM
It's joining in the first place that might be the problem, given my total lack of musical talent.
Didn't Ivo quit the biz about 10 years ago to concentrate on the coke?
Quote from: Jomster on 23 February, 2011, 10:37:44 PM
...but would like to have the Disney Black Hole OST playing full blast on the onboard stereo as we go in! Der der der der-e-e-errr, der der der der-e-e-err! Yes, that's it, that's just how the music sounds, I can hear it clearly now!
Arguably John Barry's most appropriate soundtrack work.
Stevie's had a bit of a rethink on his own final curtain call.
So he chooses instead to be mauled to death by a beautiful woman whilst making love to a ferocious tiger.
Hang on a minute, that's not quite it...
angry
good to see us 2000ad fans are such a jolly well adjusted bunch. NOticed theres not too many "I'm never gonna die" but lots of I'll do it myself on my own terms, you do knopw this is still classed as suicide there aint no euthenasiums yet.
CU Radbacker
With Assault Rifle blazing more ammunition than a Mexican 'night out' I lay waste to my enemies shouting:
'I AM THE SYSTEM-AAARGGHHH!'
Probabley a blood clotting brain stroke. B-o-r-ing but true.
If I continue with the lifestyle I have: Heart attack, and soon.
If I change and live healthy: Heart attack, and sooner.
Strangely I'm only a few years shy of living longer than my father and that's starting to be a freaky proposition.
Whenever this question comes up I can't get past that scene from Monty Python's meaning of life, the one where the convicted criminal gets to choose the nature of his death and is chased off a cliff by a gang of topless women.
I can't understand why he was running away either.
Quote from: Rog69 on 24 February, 2011, 12:45:49 PM
I can't understand why he was running away either.
Because that was Graham Chapman and he was dangerously gay.
Gay as a window.
I'd like to go peacefully, in my sleep, surrounded by my harem of nubile wenches, in the pleasure lounge of my orbital mansion, at the age of three hundred and eighty six.
More than likely to be the usual in our family though. Spontaneous combustion.
"Gay as a window."
I'm confused........not sexually........but how gay can a window be?
CLEARLY very gay indeed.
(insert wah wah wah wahhhh sound here)
SBT
Quote from: SmallBlueThing on 24 February, 2011, 07:17:59 PM
CLEARLY very gay indeed.
Bravo!
I'm not entirely sure myself. It's an old Brass Eye quote.
Sort of chap who'd nudge your elbow while you're shooting.
Possibly not "clearly" but tinted would in my opinion deem a window to be sufficiently gay? :D Oh I see.....
How do I want go? Or how will I go?
hanging from the back of a wardrobe door with an orange in my mouth
But which is it? Not telling!
To drown in a swimming bath full of tits.
V
"Rosebud"
or
"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I've watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain. Time to die."
Probably shot by the police while waving around one of Dan's prop guns and commenting that it looks very authentic.
I always thought it was "Gay as a Widow" (which doesn't make much sense either).
I'm certainly not in the same frame of mind as all of you people who would like to top themselves - seems very strange choice to me. I'll probably be sobbing and crying "please don't let me die" to any fireman, nurse, doctor or family member within range.
I haven't got a preferred method of shuffling away but I would like to be laughing with my last thought "Oh yeah, that's quite funny that is".
Damn it Cosh I wanted to make that joke. If only I had not been buried with work when this thread started.
I just don't want to die alone. If I am surrounded my cats and dogs (which would be nice) I need someone to be there to stop them from eating me at the very least
Quote from: staticgirl on 25 February, 2011, 02:20:03 PM
If I am surrounded my cats and dogs (which would be nice) I need someone to be there to stop them from eating me at the very least
Selfish or what! ;)
Quote from: Tiplodocus on 25 February, 2011, 01:45:34 PM
I always thought it was "Gay as a Widow" (which doesn't make much sense either).
I think the widow is "gay" because she's rid herself of her horrible husband.
On a related note, I've decided to make a small adjustment to my original post.
Instead of dying peacefully in my sleep, I'd like to transform into the ultimate lifeform, transcend mortality and become omnipotent and spend eternity ruling over the entire universe.
Quote from: staticgirl on 25 February, 2011, 02:20:03 PM
If I am surrounded my cats and dogs (which would be nice) I need someone to be there to stop them from eating me at the very least
8 out of 10 owners said their cat preferred Staticgirl.
A tasty morsel I'm sure >:D
Ha ha ha. I don't know whether to be flattered or insulted. :D
As Kenny once said "I mean it all in the best possible taste!" or there abouts.
:angel:
Please take it as a complement as I am not one for dishing them out around my way all
that often :).
At last I'm a Page Numbering Droid!
Reluctantly.
Quote from: Colin Zeal on 23 February, 2011, 02:25:34 PM
I don't really mind, just so long as it isn't so odd/weird that it causes friends and family to cough nervously and look at the floor whenever my name is mentioned.
I am quite the opposite, if I don't make the Fortean Times "Strange Deaths" column I'll be very disappointed. Hopefully, something that won't bring shame on the family for generations but will get a laugh at the fun-eral. Anyway got to rush, my appointment for a bee enema is in half an hour.
How I will actually go out - the way I arrived in this world: kicking and screaming with a cord tied around my neck, while being pushed out of a woman's vagina, with a number of concerned doctors looking on. I'm currently in negotiations for a test run with Roger's mom.
Interesting how a lot of you have gotten yourselves pegged as heart attack sufferers..
As for me.. Air strike, mid orgasm (not necessarily my own) or Darwin award.
When my tired aged body is ready to release my spirit, with no pain, no regrets, just wonder and happiness at a life however fleeting it was completed and fulfilled to continue my journey onward.
Most probably will die before I reach 80+ by my body being mortally injured due to another persons actions, either by accident (automotive) or intent (attacked for money/possesions or assisting another from being attacked/abused)
Whichever way it happens I would like the people who knew/know me not to cry at my passing but rejoice at the life I shared with you and know I will be a part of you always!