If you could choose how you would die...
 

...what would it be?

I would choose a fatal car accident due to a seat-belt related injury. It will be a big "in your face" to all of the people who criticize me when I won't wear it.

In a blaze of glory!

Slashed wrists.

Ahhh yeahhhh.

I would drown in a pool of cream soda.

i'd like to die of sex!

Nelson Rockerfeller?

In my sleep. I assumed that's the way most people would want to die but apparently I'm wrong haha. But, then again you guys aren't like most people haha.

That's funny because a few days ago I dreamt there was an asteroid crash on Earth which caused a wave destroying everything, and the only thing that I was thinking was "Muthafuckin' shit, I'm going to lose all my CDs, I got no reason to live anymore".

Okay back to thread. If I could choose how I'd die, I'd die under a deflagration of larsens. And my tombstone would say "/me reb00t, ROFl" or "BRB"

i jump out of a plane with a parachute on... i pull it, and only silverware comes out.

Emo.

Hopefully someone who's walking around beneath you that day wishes to die by being stabbed in the head by a falling fork or knife haha.

maybe saving the life of someone I love.

somebody in the board has a deathwish...

you should slice them vertically and not horizontally.

you suicidal bastards

my proposed sex death is the stuff of french & italian 70s movies-- a joke

the truth is, i'd like to die of old age, in my bed, surrounded by the people i love, not in some cheesy premature-death melodrama.

all you silly fans of dying young should watch antonia's line to learn the example of a cool fucking death.

anyway. yeah. death-obsessed emos.

yep! but, not from the back like he did, they should have added another part where like a hundred guys come in and they just blow him to hell.

I'd go for the Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid ending.

If that's not a blaze of glory then I don't know what is.

I would like to be old when I die in my sleep too. Forgot to mention that part haha.

put one of these up my nose.





immediately followed by a large chaser shot.





...when the blow wears off, you river phoenix. cause when the blood begins to flow, when it shoots up the dropper's neck, when I'm closing in on death... bliss.

how heroic! you always seem so bloody nice nicfit, not complaining!

Now you've gone and spoilt it by being serious.

even when offering advice on suicide, haha you pro

Who's talking about dying young? Did I mention that I wanted the car accident to happen at age 102?

why? i just called everyone a suicidal bastard emo. i think that counts as a positive thing.

I'm not emo. I'm anti-emo. I hate them so much that it makes me cry, and I go home and write about it on my MySpace blog. Oh wait, crap...

im always helping people :cool:

kentucky bourbon-glazed pork chop, then?

forget this.

i wanna take a bunch of nails, drink them with sulphluric acid and then, take strong magnets and hold them out of my body so that the nails rip through me.

or


dress up as a teletubbie and jump down a well

or

sacrifice myself in space to save other comrade astronauts

or

play live while its raining and get struck by lightning through my guitar.

That there's good eatin', an' I don't care who you is.

yes

I would like to be nailed to a cross, please. It is cool, I will come back in just a bit.....

But you are chocolate, so it may not work as well for you...

i don't care which method, as long as a take as many of you assholes with me.

Gonna go Postal on us there? Cause if you are, remember, I've always thought you were the coolest...

Just heat the nails up a little bit, they will slide right through....

But then you will have to hang in a freezer so you don't slide down...

See, that's your problem, you don't think about the IMPORTANT things. I'm like your freakin' mom or something...

why don't we just eat you, that way I can truly say jesus died for me

I am jesus, for dad's sake. I can make the nail hot for you and the air cold to keep me up there and I can bleed melty choco out the slash in my side and the holes in my wrist and ankles. I can heal the sick and raise the dead, but I generally choose not too. You see? my son, you are not my mom.