Go ahead. What do you want to accomplish in life and how do you want to die?
Being chased around my desk by an amorous coed, while teaching at Heidelberg and having a heart attack at the age of at least 130
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. He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.- Fredrick Nietzsche
"We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals." - Immanuel Kant
I would like to be treated with respect...and to be hit from behind by a vehicle traveling 70 + miles per hour as I ride to work on my Bianchi.
1. My obituary: "He's dead."
2. How I want to die: With a smile on my face, of a heart attack, while being ravished by the Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders.
3. What I want to accomplish: Well...okay...two inquiries. See my answer to number 2.
Dead. Prolific bum. Nothing of value to add.
He was loved.
- i want to be recycled and live on as body parts installed in dozens of others!
Wore out this body from a full life, now off to a new adventure.
"Let us hope our weapons are never needed --but do not forget what the common people knew when they demanded the Bill of Rights: An armed citizenry is the first defense, the best defense, and the final defense against tyranny. If guns are outlawed, only the government will have guns. Only the police, the secret police, the military, the hired servants of our rulers. Only the government -- and a few outlaws. I intend to be among the outlaws" - Edward Abbey
Tater Tot Hot dish, Aquavit, and Lutefisk: a deadly combination which caused the furnace of her home to combust in a fiery explosion Tuesday night. Had she only cracked open a window...
"He Was Loved Hard. He Loved Hard. He Will Be Missed."
Which really puts all this crap we call important into perspective. Other than a few nuts, no one is going to eulogize you on how well you did your job, more about how much you were disliked or something esoteric like that.
Inventor of the interplanetary bicycle dies at the age of 3,265 light years after collision with Steve Faucet near the planet formerly known as Pluto.
only 1 line is needed to make my obit. what it should be:
"He was a good freind."
So long, suckers!
I prefer someone who burns the flag and then wraps themselves up in the Constitution over someone who burns the Constitution and then wraps themselves up in the flag. - Molly Ivins
I wouldnt know what to write for my own OB? I just hope to go with my wife and girls there with me to calm me on my way Its going to be given by my daughters and I have no clue what they will say as Im going to be dead! but I do know that I'm going for cremation, my family will take me to El Yunque Rain Forest in Puerto Rico where they will deposit my ashes and there I will become a part of the land from which I originated and when ever my family wants to see me all they have to do is fly on over and say "Hi" to the plants and animals that Ill be a part of How cool is that! It'll be good times
You see, their morals, their code...it's a bad joke, dropped at the first sign of trouble. They're only as good as the world allows them to be. I'll show you. When the chips are down, these...These "civilized" people...they'll eat each other. See, I'm not a monster. I'm just ahead of the curve
Some ways of going are better than others. For example, I hate airplanes and would really hate to die in one that crashed even if no suffering were involved. I can't stand heights and wouldn't want to fall off a cliff even though that wouldn't hurt.
Getting flattened by a truck while riding my bike would not be my first choice, but it's better than any other kind of wreck or getting my life taken by some horrible disease. I just have this thing for dogs and would probably hold out pretty well until I fell and then one would hopefully get my neck and let the blood out pretty quickly.
With gusto, Pat died while in the sack with his lovers, The Olson Twins.
Pat will be terribly missed by The women's olympic hammer throw team.
or so I'm told it should say...
Car Free Life.
Riding without a brake is like saying that you trust traffic. ~ jonestr
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