If you could write your own obituary, what would you write?

[Blackie Malone]

would you be truthfull?
would you mention Lit?
Just curious.

 

[ishtat]

It was fun while it lasted.

 

[sadangel]

My obit:
She's dead. She's gone. Let's party.

Seriously. That's what I'd write, or have written. Everyone that knows me knows that I really want them to have a party when I die. Go all out, screw a funeral and that..party like it's never been done before. Tell sick jokes, laugh. Have fun.

 

[voluptuary_manque]

I like the one John Wayne wrote for himself, "Era fuerte, feo y formal."

 

[shereads]

"DEAD AND StILL HAVING THE LAST WORD"

 

[TE999]

My Obit

Don't shed tears
I had fun
The party's startin'
I gotta run

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

Hatched
Matched
Batched
Dispatched

Rumple Foreskin

 

[R. Richard]

Any number of the damned wait for me in Hell! It should be interesting.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

Mine is, "IT'S TRUE, HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE."

 

[lesbiaphrodite]

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar

~William Wordsworth

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

RIP Salvor-Hardon

Legendary lover and scoundrel of renown, Salvor Hardon, died yesterday in a hotel in Ft. Lauderdale, due to complications with Viagra, and TENS unit and what one witness called "a machine that made the Marquis de Sade look like Romper Room'. Known for his incorrigible flirting and passion fueled life, Hardon came to notoriety as a frequent contributor to "The Author's Hangout" of Literotica.com and his thread "Digital Large Format Moleskine" is lauded as a masterpiece of inner voice literature.

Much like Jon Waters and Alfred Hitchcock, his work never won awards or accolades, but the disconnected and erratic pieces had a cult following of epic proportions. He was well respected for his private acts of compassion and charity, often reaching out to comfort and help people away from the public spot light.

His final request was that in lieu of flowers, donations be made to Atlanta Pride. Female attendants to the funeral are asked to leave their underwear in the collection plates on either side of the model rocket that will carry Mr. Hardon's ashes to a height of 1400 ft before releasing them.

Mr.Hardon is survived by several lovers, concubines, courtesans and trollops.

His final words were reported to be "I am Salvor Hardon, the world's greatest lover. No woman has ever left my arms unsatisfied."

 

[Zeb_Carter]

When one such as I has had such a wonderful time...

Who am I bullshitting? Life was mediocre at best, blinding flashes of light at the end of the tunnel gave pause that better things were to come. Highlights in his life were, his wife and grandchildren. How could such rotten kids produce such wonderful offspring. Meeting people from around the country and around the world. Two fine doctors who meant so much to him.

His one request is that those two wonderful doctors kiss his cheeks just before he is shoved into the furnace.

He would also like for his ashes to be spread across the country he loved so much, as he knows people in all 50 states, a pinch of ass...I mean ash could be sent to each for dispersal.

 

[MagicaPractica]

Would I be writing about what has happened so far or what I would like to be written when I'm gone? I don't know. I'd rather hear what others thought of me. But by then I guess it wouldn't matter. I'd like it to hold a whole lot of surprises I think.

 

[damppanties]

He was well respected for his private acts

... and private parts...



For someone leaving behind so many grief-stricken women, that addition is a necessity.

 

[DesertPirate]

It's over, get on with your lives, have one for me and pinch a cute butt