Drive by shooting with a 45 caliber revolver. Or a car bomb explosion. I really like the idea of suffocation or falling off a high cliff into a truck load of molten tar.
Or a combination of all of them. Drive by shot with a 45 caliber revolver off a high cliff into a suffocating truck load of molten tar rigged to explode.
I wanna go out in style. I wanna be standing on top of a moving vehicle with a cigar in my mouth and war paint in my face, as well as firing off rounds from a big ass gun in each hand. Then I'll go out in some dramatic style like blowing up the vehicle I'm standing on as I get mowed down by a helicopter
What a waste of your last moment on this planet if you're sleeping while you die
I have a friend who told me once that he wanted to die doing what he loved. What's does he love to do the most? Fly. He's a professional pilot. [queue ominous music]
I have no preference to how I want to die. It's not something I dwell on, nor would it be something that I could look back on.
I want to Sky Dive off the Eiffel Tower naked with war paint all over me, holding 2 M4A1's fully customised, shooting the **** out of some god damn terrorists, then when I release my parachute, I want it to get shot while I am still at Terminal Velocity so I cannot survive, then I want to land feet first into the last of the biggest terrorist group in the world, do a back flip off his face at 150MPH shoot him in both of his balls, then in-between his/her eyes, then die from the impact of the fall, and be noted down in history for 1000's of years.
Pretty damn good.
Really? I would have thought for sure you would want cancer to take you..........
I would like to die of old age, but seeing how life plays out i might not. id rather just think that i will die and i shouldnt ponder how, just enjoy the ride
I would prefer to die by having my intelligence transferred to a machine, thereby leaving my future body (most likely very old an decrepit) brain dead.
Blood loss. I can think of no more satisfying an end.
Body wracked in pain, limbs limp. Fingers numb, Lying in my own beautiful pool of scarlet red. Drowning in its thick scent. "You don't know life, how could you know death." I would finally understand what it is to truly be nothing. To truly have every memory in your skull be useless, and know these are the moments you can allow yourself to be submerged in whatever shallow solace there is to be had, bid your one and only comrade goodbye.
You can romanticize death all you want, wish for it to happen an idealized way, in the end its just idle thoughts. I only hope I die with my self respect, knowing the fight is over for me, but that I did the absolute most I could, and what I left behind was more than the utter waste of death.
Or a combination of all of them. Drive by shot with a 45 caliber revolver off a high cliff into a suffocating truck load of molten tar rigged to explode.
Electrocution would be glorious too
What a waste of your last moment on this planet if you're sleeping while you die
I have no preference to how I want to die. It's not something I dwell on, nor would it be something that I could look back on.
Technically exists.
I don't know, my imagination isn't working today ._.
KAWAII MONSTER
Really? I would have thought for sure you would want cancer to take you..........
Realistically, I would rather die in my sleep.
Body wracked in pain, limbs limp. Fingers numb, Lying in my own beautiful pool of scarlet red. Drowning in its thick scent. "You don't know life, how could you know death." I would finally understand what it is to truly be nothing. To truly have every memory in your skull be useless, and know these are the moments you can allow yourself to be submerged in whatever shallow solace there is to be had, bid your one and only comrade goodbye.
You can romanticize death all you want, wish for it to happen an idealized way, in the end its just idle thoughts. I only hope I die with my self respect, knowing the fight is over for me, but that I did the absolute most I could, and what I left behind was more than the utter waste of death.