I want to die from overshagging , on the moon ofcourse inside a crater with 50 hot girls around me , oh and i would have a packet ot cheese and onion crisps on my head ... of course , i mean ... who wouldn't?
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I want to die from overshagging , on the moon ofcourse inside a crater with 50 hot girls around me , oh and i would have a packet ot cheese and onion crisps on my head ... of course , i mean ... who wouldn't?
I'd rather NOT die, but if I had to, I'd want to burst into flames. Like, be at a shopping mall or something and KNOW I'm gonna spontaneously combust and walk into a big crowd of people. Yeah. They'd trip out.
It's be even better if it was contagious . hehe
I'd want to die fighting for something i believe in. Or dieing so a loved one could live.
the best way I would like to die, is no suffering and in my sleep.
I'd also like to be with loved ones till my last moment,,,, then i'd die.. and be in heaven hell or whatever!
Aside from this being morbid :blink: , if I could choose, then it would be: not at all.
But, realistically, in my sleep at a very very old age.
I would enjoy dying the following way:
I would be peacefully walking to the local grocery store off to buy some candy or something to cease the urge for sweets. I would trip over a rusty old muffler while crossing the street. Then, I would see a large semi coming but get up anyway and walk across the road. As I entered the parking lot I would suddenly encounter a horde of ravaging goats with it's leader, an oversized mule. I would tell them to fuck off, walk away a little more and realize that they were after me. The mule would firecely tackle me to the ground while the goats gouged out my eyes and bit off my extremeties. Then the mule would stomp all over me spurting blood every direction. Soon, a crowd gathers and many see what is going on but they decide laughing is more appropriate for the situation. After I die, I would sit by the shopping cart return outside until I decay and 2 year old crows eat my remaining flesh. Soon, flys and ants would gather and have a feast.
Wow. That was fun to write.
i want to die in battle, doesnt matter where i go or if theres a place to go afterwards, as long as i know how im going there
I want to like my grandfather. Peacefully in my sleep. Not like the people in his car, screaming!
... that joke is so old it has arthritis.
Seriously though, I want my death to be something for which I believe in. Dying fighting... yeah... Although one of my teachers in highschool told me "you're the kind of kid that gets run over by a bus while crossing the street." so...i got that going for me, which is nice.
