Sweet ways to die

I want to die having meep with Prince Charles and Queen Latifah.

When I go I want my nugget cut off by a ninja, then I want him to show me my headless body falling to the ground.

I never want to die. Ever.

But if I had to go I'd like to go quietly in my sleep, like my grandfather. NOT screaming in terror like the people in his car.

:D

wolfer: When I go I want my nugget cut off by meepNinja, then I want him to show me my hairless body falling to the ground.

Fix't

sofickingwat: I never want to die. Ever. But if I had to go I'd like to go quietly in my sleep, like my grandfather. NOT screaming in terror like the people in his car. :D

[Edited on 8/11/2005 by geazerpleazer]

I want to be beaten to death with vintage Hofners.

drowning in the honey sweet nectar of a thousand suns exploding like spring time dandelions gushing sweet procreativity across a flowing plain as they break apart in a child's breeze.

Ground zero in an extinction level event.

IMBOLCPunxsutawneyPhil: drowning in the honey sweet nectar of a thousand suns exploding like spring time dandelions gushing sweet procreativity across a flowing plain as they break apart in a child's breeze.

nice

similar: To stand on the last chunk of atmosphered earth just after it had been broken apart by the tenth planet's homecoming. The violent quakes of the shatterd earth rumble under my back as the black night, emblazoned with stars, swallows all life.

I want to be ripped apart by hundreds of bullets in a FBI raid as I operate a seemingly peacful soda-making factory that's really a front for fizzy, fizzy terrorists.

I'd also like to arouse a bear with a stick at least once before I die.

I want to superglue my hands to my head and then cut my head off and bungie off a building.

Or otherwise I'd like to die in a seedy hotel room bathr00m after OD'ing on coke and having unprotected meep0r with 5 hoes.

Journey through a blackhole.

qwerty: I want to superglue my hands to Hilary Duff's father's genitals. Or otherwise I'd like to die in a seedy hotel room bathr00m after OD'ing on manjizz and having unprotected meep0r with a bear of a man named "Lance".

FIX'T MUTHAFUKKA!

In my sleep. Maybe with my meep in my hand.

Drowned

In a giant vat of either:

1) Irn-Bru 2) Nacho Cheese / Philly Cheesteak soup 3) Duvel

Good enough for you?

Acidburn: In my sleep. Maybe with a meep in my hand.

fix't

I wouldnt mind dying defending my home when China tries to take the west coast. Ahhhhh, i can see it now...green and brown suit wearing gooks, marching up my street....me patiently waiting for the poor commie meeps to walk into our ambush of improvised napalm(nastalgic aint it?) and homemade explosives. Ahhh, the terror. Then, just before they call in a mortar attack or airstrike, rushing the greazy meeps and killing any and all that stand in my way. Ahhhhh, thats how i wanna die. Fearless.

When I go, I hope the moment is captured on video and put on the internet, so I want it to be a bloody gorefest.

Imagine my decapitated body blundering about for a few moments in total confusion - not quite realising that it's dead yet - all the time spraying jets of blood from the stump where my neck used to be. Horrified onlookers are soaked in claret as I whirl between and towards shocked and sreaming onlookers. Little children unfortuante enough to witness the event screech and try to wipe the sticky red from their faces and hair, little knowing that they will remember that coppery taste and sickly-sweet smell in every tortured nightmare for the rest of their lives.

The gathering crowd is acting like a school of fish around a predator - rushing to get out of the way of my still stagging body, while closing in around the path I've just taken to get a better look. One woman is too slow to avoid one of my lunging changes in direction and my desperate, grasping hands find a clump of her hair and with the other, a chunk of her clothing. She makes a hysterical, desperate sound as my grip clamps on to her - primal muscle memories begging for help, for comfort - and we both collapse as she is knocked-over by my momentum.

The crowd surges in, a tight circle of people. Only a few can witness the final grisly scene of my life ending as my corpse, still spraying that magenta fluid, writhes and twitches on top of the unlucky bystander.

But everyone can hear her screaming.

Coming soon to LefenDeathTape.com!

IMBOLCPunxsutawneyPhil: drowning in the honey sweet nectar of a thousand suns exploding like spring time dandelions gushing sweet procreativity across a flowing plain as they break apart in a child's breeze.

Dude, that is either whacky psychedelic yellow submarine madness or all Arjuna like. I can't tell.

Lefen: When I go, I hope the moment is captured on video and put on the internet, so I want it to be a bloody gorefest. Imagine my decapitated body blundering about for a few moments in total confusion - not quite realising that it's dead yet - all the time spraying jets of blood from the stump where my neck used to be. Horrified onlookers are soaked in claret as I whirl between and towards shocked and sreaming onlookers. Little children unfortuante enough to witness the event screech and try to wipe the sticky red from their faces and hair, little knowing that they will remember that coppery taste and sickly-sweet smell in every tortured nightmare for the rest of their lives. The gathering crowd is acting like a school of fish around a predator - rushing to get out of the way of my still stagging body, while closing in around the path I've just taken to get a better look. One woman is too slow to avoid one of my lunging changes in direction and my desperate, grasping hands find a clump of her hair and with the other, a chunk of her clothing. She makes a hysterical, desperate sound as my grip clamps on to her - primal muscle memories begging for help, for comfort - and we both collapse as she is knocked-over by my momentum. The crowd surges in, a tight circle of people. Only a few can witness the final grisly scene of my life ending as my corpse, still spraying that magenta fluid, writhes and twitches on top of the unlucky bystander. But everyone can hear her screaming. Coming soon to LefenDeathTape.com!

rpt

when and if i die, i would like the following to be an illustrious illustration of the incident.....[url]http://lizditz.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/drunk_naked_girl400.jpg[/url]

classy!

sunny77: when and if i die, i would like the following to be an illustrious illustration of the incident.....[url]http://lizditz.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/drunk_naked_girl400.jpg[/url]

Why bother with a thong since you are going to meep all over yourself as you head out the door.

thats not whats important

meepNinjaMcDeath: I'd also like to arouse a bear with a stick at least once before I die.

Have you SEEN anyone who's recently aroused a bear with a stick? Too many bear deaths up here for my taste, it's somewhat mundane. I would like to die what I call an 'indigenous' death by suicide...in Arizona, it would be jumping into the Grand Canyon, in San Fran, it would be jumping off the Golden Gate, in Alaska, it would be various things, but mainly I'd like to walk out onto the mud flats and watch, sinking, as they try to rescue me. Either that or go down in a fiery ball after stealing my dad's plane and realizing I don't know how to land it.:P

wheeldogz: but mainly I'd like to walk out onto the mud flats and watch, sinking, as they try to rescue me.

Oh boy, more Turnagain Arm urban myths from the Greatland.

Burning car, packed gas station.

Carrying two Estwing 26" Solid Steel Axes, one strapped to each wrist, sharpened to a razors edge down the whole front. I would go the nearest metropolitan center, and find the nearest Starbucks. Upon entering I would slice and dice all the pretentious yuppie homomeeps, male and female. until none were left standing, only laying there moaning about their "Non Fat Grande Latte" while trying to hold in there viscera. I would then venture to every Starbucks I could find until I either died from utter exertion, or the local pigpatrol shot me down in a blaze of Tarantino-esque black and white gore orgy.

Maybe that is just me