If you knew you were going to die.

So basically, you have little self control, you are impulsive, irrational, and you don't bother keeping healthy.

Hypothetically, if I found out I was going to die in 24 hours, I would party my ass off, break all the rules, and not bother telling anyone. Though I would tell my family I love them and stuff.

Actually, I would tell them but like an hour before my scheduled death.
 
Pos repped :D :thumbsup:

Anyway, in the event of my having cancer...

If it were something that could be fixed like with my friends wife? Then I would tell my wife, and a few of my close friends... but not my son, I wouldn't trouble him with it as it's not life threatening. I'd go through the operation and the following chemo/radiation therapy. Of course I'd probably make some suspicious as the chemo and radiation treatments made my hair fall out and I'd wind up shaving my head as a result. I'd drop a ton of weight (I'd be thankful for that). I'd have to go into hiding for a while because of my immunity levels dropping down to zero and anything would be able to affect me. Then after a bit of time my cancer would die out and I would be able to go out into public as a normal guy once again.

However, if the cancer was irreversible or non-operable as it was with my da'? At that point I would tell my wife, son, my family, and my friends. I would make my goodbyes early towards my friends and family. Then I would pack up my wife and son, and for as long as I could I would take them around the world and visit some of the places that I had visited in my youth. And hospitalization at the end? Oh hell no! I would pass on into the clearing at the end of the path at home, as my dad had so many years before.

Then as far as my remains go, since I already have my plot paid for and my burial service finances set aside. Then it shouldn't be that hard on them as they will (hopefully), reflect on the good times we had while I was alive & in love... and not remain stuck in grief over the fact that I had passed on.
 
If I was told I had a limited amount of time to live, I would definitely skydive. And put my hands up on the tall roller coasters. I would more than likely tell my family what was going to happen. I'd also be way more outgoing, and basically try to do whatever I wanted to.
 
Quite Actually, there are many sides to this scenario:







However, posed with a diagnosis of a terminal disease and a definite timeframe of life, I would tell my children and my family. I see no reason not to tell them or, even, fear to tell them, besides as Bathory previously stated, "[...]people die every day; no one is special."

Death is a natural element of the eternal chain -- of life. Everything that exists may also non-exist. As such, everything that is born may also die. What is "interesting," as noted by Carriebaby40, are the unique perceptions that people have of death.



What human beings as a people has come to develop is a permeable and persistent fear of the unknown -- A fear of the dark, if I may say. And within the vagaries of this shadow are the many percepts derived by human consciousness; all of which are plainly a vain endeavor to subjugate this fear.

In my honest and most objective opinion, people should concern themselves more with life and the time they... we have left.
-Avarice​
 
I haven't ever thought of dying really on a real scope of me no longer thinking. It scares me, knowing that one day I will, as a person no longer remain a thinking human being.

Death is not something very fathomable. We are the only mammals that can grasp the idea of death, but even then its still vague.


If I knew I was going to die, I wouldn't be at peace. I would lose everything I enjoy thinking about.
 
Ok I wouldn't tell my little boy, hes like 3 and stuff. I would:

Bang my wife
Go to a 5 star resturant
Go to coldstone for desert
Bang my wife agian
Then shrivel up and die like a male ant after its job is done.
 
If I knew I was going to die.. I'd fuck the hottest hookers, snort the finest coke, smoke the best cigars..drink the finest champagne..and smoke some bud somewhere in there..
 
Since, I'm not a fan of the whole rape thing I'd masturbate an incredible number of times, invent a shrink ray, shrink my self down, get a friend to take me and my sperm to random females while they are sleeping, I'd take only one sperm each time and travel up said females vag-hole, and push that sperm into her egg. I'd do this with every single sperm until I died. Then the madness shall begin when an army of me's will be born roughly around the same time. Then...eh, I'm not gonna go any farther. You guys will find out soon enough... :slook:
 
We're all going to die anyway, what difference does it make?

If you live everyday like you're immortal and tomorrow will always be there, then you're doing something wrong.

We should live everyday as if we're only going to be here a short time anyway.

I should take my own advice. :sad:

What I would do, is steal a Ferrari. And go REALLY fast somewhere.
 
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