Mr. Death: Are you challenging us?

[CharleyH]

I normally don't wax lyrical about problems, bitch or complain about death. Life happens and so does death. But, this year I think death is challenging me. This year, death is giving me the finger by taking those (who are left) closest to me (4 deaths in 6 months and the latest is the youngest). I want to say to death: fuck you! In fact, I want to shout FUCK YOU!

Do you have anything to say to death? If you do, spill it now.

 

[TE999]

Hey Death! Don'cha think the bit with the scythe is a skoshe cliched? And about that black robe...it's so Goth, y'know...maybe something in a herringbone, or a Harris tweed...it's the 21st Century fr' lordsakes...get with it, dude.

The skeleton face and hands are kinda cool, tho. Thin is in, appearance wise.

 

[TheeGoatPig]

"I dare you to," he said to Death as the thunder and lightning crashed outside his window (true story ).

 

[English Lady]

*hugs* Charley.

 

[Chantilyvamp]

oh honey *hugs tight* though I'm with ya, i say we go to kicking some death ass

 

[CharleyH]

thanks all (most appreciated), but lets think ... FUCK DEATH! How can we fuck death?

 

[Owlwhisper]

.....

 

[TE999]

thanks all (most appreciated), but lets think ... FUCK DEATH! How can we fuck death?

*raises hand*

We can invite him to shower with us and then ask him to pick up the soap.

 

[voluptuary_manque]

If my interpretation of the end of Pratchett's Thief of Time is correct, Death already had a girlfriend.

 

[TE999]

If my interpretation of the end of Pratchett's Thief of Time is correct, Death already had a girlfriend.

Was she a dead ringer for Marylin Monroe?

 

[cloudy]

Remember the circles we talked about a long time ago? Death is just another journey, really.

I'm sorry, darlin'. Wish I could make it better.

 

[CharleyH]

*raises hand*

We can invite him to shower with us and then ask him to pick up the soap.

A little predicable, yet sure... BUTT FUCK DEATH and why not. It's so predictable that Death wont' see it coming.

 

[CharleyH]

Remember the circles we talked about a long time ago? Death is just another journey, really.

I'm sorry, darlin'. Wish I could make it better.

Thanks love, I do remember and do believe. FUCK DEATH!

I know we cant avoid it ... some try with plastic surgery... some try with fame. Death becomes us, or at least overcomes us. Thoughts?

 

[neonlyte]

It's an age thing. You've reached an age where Death dangles his/her bony fingers before your face. Can't avoid it, weep for the departed. Be angry - but live your life.

As for fucking death... I caught a bus from the station to the airport, the 'foreigners' mostly Poles, Ukrainians and other species considered by some of the finest newpapers in England to be the dregs of human race piled onto the bus, suitcases strew across the drivers entrance. He asked politely for people to move, they looked at him mystified as to whether he was asking a question or issuing instructions. Two or three moved, one urchin stood still texting on his mobile. "Are you fucking deaf?" the driver asked.

ETA: MR Death... you that certain?

 

[voluptuary_manque]

Thanks love, I do remember and do believe. FUCK DEATH!

I know we cant avoid it ... some try with plastic surgery... some try with fame. Death becomes us, or at least overcomes us. Thoughts?

Even when the inevitable cure for old age appears, and it may not be as far off as we think, there will still be the unavoidable Law of Averages. Sooner or later, a safe (probably marked ACME on the side ) is going to fall on your head and drive you through the sidewalk.

 

[oggbashan]

(Post edited -tmi)

Every day that we wake up to another day is a gift.

Og

 

[JackLuis]

I posted this in the Daily Quote thread yesterday but I think this thread could use it too.

"To those not yet old,
being old means you've been.

But being old also means that despite, in addition to, and in excess of your beenness, you still are. Your beenness is very much alive.

You still are, and one is as haunted by the still-being and its fullness as by the having-already-been, by the pastness.

Think of old age this way: It's just an everyday fact that one's life is at stake. One cannot evade knowing what shortly awaits one. The silence that will surround one forever. Otherwise it's all the same. Otherwise one is immortal for as long as one lives."

-Philip Roth, The Dying Animal

or: "Im going to Live, Live, Live, Until I die!

 

[MagicaPractica]

Could you call before you keep just showing up this way? And space your visits out a bit more.

 

[Guest]

I normally don't wax lyrical about problems, bitch or complain about death. Life happens and so does death. But, this year I think death is challenging me. This year, death is giving me the finger by taking those (who are left) closest to me (4 deaths in 6 months and the latest is the youngest). I want to say to death: fuck you! In fact, I want to shout FUCK YOU!

Do you have anything to say to death? If you do, spill it now.

Death is a sneaky, vicious, uncaring bastard.

Statistics mean nothing.

Wealth or poverty, greedy or altruistic, religious or no, humanitarian or outright asshole - it all means nothing. Death takes whomever it fucking chooses, no matter what you do.

I'm so sorry to hear this has happened to you and your family.

Damn it.

 

[McKenna]

Hello, Death. I've no time for you this year. Maybe next. Shall I pencil you in?