Funny (weird) this comes up. A race I did this past weekend: on the second loop of the bike, a rider was down. The paramedics were there already and as I came up on it, the ambulance arrived. The guy was on oxygen, not moving at all. It was after a rather dicey right corner where, on the first lap, a guy in front of me lost it and rolled into the grassy area. He got up and looked like he was going to get back on his bike. I think he did. Anyways, later, the rumor going around is this other didn’t make it and that he had a heart attack.
Like Jim Ward, the 80-something IMH legend. While clipping into my pedals and getting ready to go out on a long ride.
Or, like Tom D. said, in service of my country. Preferably with a backpack nuke strapped to my back and good old Bin Laden and Zawarhiri and Zarqawi all sitting nearby, thinking that they were safe and secure in whatever roach hole that they’re calling a home nowadays. That wouldn’t be a bad way to go out. Instantly vaporized into a trillion bits of atomic particles, huh?
In reality I never want to go so I can always find out what happens next.
What keeps me from wishing the inevitable occurs during sex is thinking about how it would feel to be on the other end of the deal. I would feel happy for the deceased but a bit uneasy about myself. “At what point in that did I start being a pervert engaged in necrophilia?”
Ohh … quick doing something fun … but not too soon (like everyone else) … More importantly, I want to be cremated and my ashes mixed up in a power smoothie for all my friends to drink!
Several thousand people have posted here in the past 5 years. I bet some have died. Do we have any obits? That might be cool … We should do some obits for ourselves like the one Monk posted for TD some time ago :–)
“Seems to me it’s not so much how you die, but how you live.”
Now THAT captures the essence of my question! Thanks for bringing that bit of clarity to the question…same end state…different angle…nice bit of critical thought…AND SIMPLY PUT, as well!
