How do you see yourself ultimately dying?

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Let's talk about something upbeat!

I know, I know, it's an uncomfortable topic. However, we're all going to someday do it. Sure, we've escaped the inevitable thus far, but it's looming, just around the corner.

How do you see it ending for you?

There are so many fun options!

Heart disease?

Cancer?

Stroke?

Vehicular accident?

Murdered?

Suicide?

Alzheimer's?

Diabetes?

Parkinson's?

Septicemia?

Falling?

Peacefully in your sleep?

Or other? Please elaborate.
 
Shot climbing out her window.

A woman takes a lover during the day, while her husband is at work. One day, her 9-year-old son hides in the closet during one of her romps. Her husband comes home unexpectedly, so she hides the lover in the closet.

The little boy says, "It's dark in here."
The man whispers, "Yes, it is."
"I have a baseball."
"That's nice."
"Want to buy it?"
"No, thanks."
"My dad's outside."
"OK, how much?"
"$250."

In the next few weeks, it happens again that the boy and the mom's lover end up in the closet together.

"It's dark in here."
"Yes, it is."
"I have a baseball glove."
"How much?"
"$750."
"Fine."

A few days later, the father says to the boy, "Grab your ball and glove. Let's go outside and toss the baseball."

The boy says, "I can't. I sold them."

The father asks, "How much did you sell them for?"

The son says "$1,000."

The father says, "It's terrible to overcharge your friends like that. That's way more than those two things cost. I'm going to take you to church and make you confess."

They go to the church and the father makes the little boy sit in the confession booth and he closes the door.

The boy says, "It's dark in here."
The priest says, "Don't start that crap again!"
 
How do you see it ending for you?

In some unexpected way, because this shit rarely happens how you envisage it. But since I'm a smoker and a mildly-alcoholic fornicator who has been known to get involved with off-limits women, my leading contenders would probably be cancer, cirrhosis and domestic violence. (In the first two cases I'd like to think I'd have the fortitude to just choke down a bottle of pills or eat a bullet if I knew it was terminal, but you never know until you're in the situation.)
 
Choking on a ham sandwich like Mama Cass might be a possibility.
 
I want to be old, surrounded by my family. Children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and maybe even a great-great grandchild or two. :)
 
Being a smart ass, probably ass cancer or brain cancer.
 
From entering a mountain-side, decending-radius curve too hot.
 
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Alzheimer's or some other neurodegenerative disease, or possibly a stroke/brain aneurysm.
 
Severe drop in blood pressure like what seemed to happen a few weeks back ;)
It would have been almost kind of pleasant if I hadn't had other people in the car I was driving.
First thought was "I wonder if this what Byron felt like" You should have seen my nuero's face when I told them that was my first thought.
 
A couple of years ago I would've said in a shootout. But now I'm not that ignorant. So now I say in the comfort of my own bed from old age, at the age of 200. With my great grans playing outside.
 
A couple of years ago I would've said in a shootout. But now I'm not that ignorant. So now I say in the comfort of my own bed from old age, at the age of 200. With my great grans playing outside.

I hope that is what happens.
 
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