How do you prefer to die?

[Mik]

Well?

 

I've heard some people here say they don't want to be old and want to go young. I'm the exact opposite. I want to be so old that I'm looking forward to the sweet grip of death. I don't want to be 115 or anything like that but 85+ would be nice.

 

I guess I spent so much time building for my future that I actually want to have one.

 

[The Ghost of bps21]

See...now in this poll La Parka would have actually made sense...

 

That's how I want to go. La Parka.

[Twisted Intestine]

I'd want to die old, but I just can't picture it happening.

 

I just want to be an old man with nothing else to do but go on walks with his dog every day in the warm sun, before one day when I don't wake up. I'd also spend crazy money on young hookers if I could still get it up.

[Guest cobainwasmurdered]

Before I had kids I wanted to go young before my body started to really go to hell, but now I wouldn't want to put my family through that and I also want to live to see my potential grandkids.

[FroGG_NeaL]

i dont wanna be too old when i go, but i don't wanna die young.

 

I usta have a death wish, and suicide is joked about between whats left of my fam. so I answered the 4th option.

[Angle-plex]

A parachute not opening... that's a way to die......

 

Getting caught in the gears of a combine...

 

having your nuts bit off by a Laplander, that's the way I wanna go.

 

[Maztinho]

Same way I came in, bald, naked, screaming with blood on my face.

[Nighthawk]

Suicide. I really would genuinely like to be able to decide my own death.

 

Whenever I want to die, that's when I'm ready to go.

 

I think I'll make a rational decision about this. Having gone through various crippling depressions, drug addictions, delusions, being a self harmer and various other things, I've never even slightly considered offing myself. So I think I wouldn't be too rash about the decision.

[FroGG_NeaL]

Speak on it.

 

That's how i used to look at shit, til children came into my life. They tend to fuck with things, like your entire world view and shit.

 

I dunno, I just keep 16 in the clip, and one in the head, so i got the full 16 shots, then I can pop myself if it came to that.

 

Other wise, I ain't been suicidal in a minute. Like almost 2 years now.

 

I will be damned if another man chooses how i leave this bitch, though. If i'm goin down, i'm takin whoevers comin at me down too.

[Lt. Al Giardello]

Well EHME hears if you get AIDS they will let you do as much drugs as you want before you go... But EHME ain't no faggot or junkie.

 

 

[Golgo 13]

In the middle of relations with a young hooker during a final drugs and booze binge or at the hands of a crooked nurse right as I begin life support/just after I become feeble enough to get put in a home. Maybe combine the two by letting an opportune nurse take advantage of me for a couple years until death in exchange for my potential millions.

 

I used to think it'd be something grand to play a life and death game of sorts. Basically I'd pay a hitman/sniper type years in advance to hunt me down once I age past a certain point, go underground and fortify my defenses, then see which of us goes first. Either me by his hand or old age, or him by my crack security team. Was that a book or movie? It might have been. Cannibalized at the hands of an obsessed lover might be a good way to go. But knock me out and drug me first so I don't see it coming. I want to be famous in any scenario.

 

Realistically I just want them to just pull the plug if I ever need life support and the requirement of a machine to live and is probably the way I'll go. If I ever become so feeble that my mind is gone too. Get it over with. The only exceptions are if I fall into a coma early, since you always hear about people coming out of comas. Then keep my coma beard and play Rip Van Winkle. Or if technology ever progresses to the point where they can save you down the line. I hope they solve all those brain and nerve complexities so they can begin transplanting brains into functioning cyborg bodies. Some Ghost in the Shell shit. Maybe I'll just hope for the best and freeze myself just before/after the time comes.

[CanadianChris]

I'll go for the obvious joke: I want to go peacefully in my sleep, like my granddad. Not screaming in terror, like his passengers.

[FroGG_NeaL]

True story: my great-grandfather was a school bus driver in his later years, and he had a heart attack one day while driving the children home from school and kept his composure enough to pull the bus safely off the road and turn it off before dying.

[Guest Tzar Lysergic]

I'll go out one of two ways. Relatively young and barking mad like my grandfather on my dad's side, or 92 years old, grouchy, and invincible; finally put away by the third heart attack like my granddad on mom's side.

 

I don't drink nearly as much as the first gramps, so that's going for me, nor was I in the military.

 

The latter grandpa was a farmer and truck driver his entire life, and smoked for 70 years. Badass. Quit cold turkey when he was 83. Used to call coach Gene Keady horrible horrible names while watching basketball.

[Guest Smues]

Ohhhhh

It's a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope

And I wonder why this hasn't happened

Why why why

And I think about the dirt that I'll be wearing for a shirt

And I hope that I get old before I die

 

Meh, I don't expect to live to a ripe old age, but I would prefer that, and as much as I may have considered it at various times in my life I don't see suicide being my ultimate demise, so I voted for option 1.

[Guest Danny Dubya v 2.0]

Old age, euthanasia.

 

It's truly a shame that I'll outlive Jack Kevorkian.

[PILLS! PILLS! PILLS!]

Spontaneous Human Combustion.

 

I mean, the real anomaly. Extraneous pure energy and all that shit. Not some stupid freak accident with a cigarette or whatever. I want my death to be unexplainable.

[Failed Bridge]

I'll go out one of two ways. Relatively young and barking mad like my grandfather on my dad's side, or 92 years old, grouchy, and invincible; finally put away by the third heart attack like my granddad on mom's side.

 

I don't drink nearly as much as the first gramps, so that's going for me, nor was I in the military.

 

The latter grandpa was a farmer and truck driver his entire life, and smoked for 70 years. Badass. Quit cold turkey when he was 83. Used to call coach Gene Keady horrible horrible names while watching basketball.

I've always pictured you finally snapping so badly at work that you kill off a couple of co-workers and then get taken down in a hail of bullets yourself. Not one or two shots mind you but like 15-20 because I think you could live through a couple gun shots and you're enough of a dick where you would laugh at whomever shot ya the first time around.

 

Personally as long as I don't suffer through anymore testicular trauma I don't care how I go out.

[2GOLD]

 

Tied to an exploding nuke singing "Highway to Hell" at the tender age of 59.

Something tells me it might be hard to accomplish.

[Mik]

I definitely expected more votes for young.

 

I thought we had quite a few "burn candles at both ends" types on here.

[St. Gabe]

as long as its in my sleep.

[MFer]

Old...

 

I do have this irrational fear that I may die young though cuz most ppl I know see me as this great guy. I think of it as too much good karma...it always seems like the ones who have everything going for them and are well-liked end up dying young (either those ppl, or the ones who are so fucked up beyond belief that an early death is inevitable). I don't wanna feel like my life is complete until at least 80.

[The Niggardly King]

As long as I'm having fun everyday I don't really care... I could go tonight on the way to work in a car accident and have no regrets.

[Guest Tzar Lysergic]

I'll go out one of two ways. Relatively young and barking mad like my grandfather on my dad's side, or 92 years old, grouchy, and invincible; finally put away by the third heart attack like my granddad on mom's side.

 

I don't drink nearly as much as the first gramps, so that's going for me, nor was I in the military.

 

The latter grandpa was a farmer and truck driver his entire life, and smoked for 70 years. Badass. Quit cold turkey when he was 83. Used to call coach Gene Keady horrible horrible names while watching basketball.

I've always pictured you finally snapping so badly at work that you kill off a couple of co-workers and then get taken down in a hail of bullets yourself. Not one or two shots mind you but like 15-20 because I think you could live through a couple gun shots and you're enough of a dick where you would laugh at whomever shot ya the first time around.

 

Personally as long as I don't suffer through anymore testicular trauma I don't care how I go out.

 

If I go down in a hail of gunfire, I'll either be shooting cops or the president, not the dumbfuck hillbillies I work with. Although, to sate my morbid curiousities, I've thought about how many people I could shoot at work before getting taken down. I came up with 30 if I tried to be systematic and took high ground and measured shots. Neighborhood of 25 blasting away with a shotgun in the break room.

[Dobbs 3K]

Falling off a tall building, on fire, with the cops shooting at me.

[Youth N Asia]

In a fire, saving orphans, caught by news cameras...wearing an american flag t-shirt