I always thought that death caused by something stupid you did would suck. Like walking into a grain bin or getting caught under a tractor. Or getting pulled into a piece of equipment when you stuck your hand in. Getting old to the point where everyone is relieved you're dead might be the best for all concerned. It'll give your principal a long time to earn money if nothing else.
I do not know how or when I will meet my demise. BUT, my obit pic has already been distributed to the proper parties for deployment.
( Another disturbing use of altoids)
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Founder Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored."
If I have a choice? Protecting the Constitution.... If not - heart attack.. .
When I wrote this:
In the street, in a pile of hot brass, with primary and secondary smoking and empty, knife in one hand, hawk in the other, and covered in the blood of my opponents piled around me. With an extra hole in my head.-
That is what I had in mind. Always envisioned the "opponents" as commies of one stripe or another. Don't have enough enemies for the scenario, otherwise...
Knew a wonderful old gent several years ago, one of the warmest and most personable folks I ever met. His end came while riding shotgun in a Toyota Hi-Lux when the driver ran a stop sign and drove right out in front of a beet truck going 60 mph on US 95. Folks that know what a fully loaded sugar beet truck looks like will know that it was instantaneous. He had started to have some health problems and I like to believe the good Lord called him home with no pain or advance worry as a final reward for a life well lived.
Gunnery, gunnery, gunnery. Hit the target, all else is twaddle!
I'd like to get deathly sick, linger on for a few weeks and then get well.
My mother in law had a mild heart attack and we all came and told her that she scared us and we loved her and whatnot. The next morning she had the big one and died eating breakfast.
I'm going to drag myself off someplace secret in a blizzard with a bottle of something. I don't expect to die in my sleep, and I'm not going to lay around and wait, either.
Up hills slow, Down hills fast Tonnage first and Safety last.
Opposite for me...I just wanna wake up dead one day..
Been a few mornings i woke up and wished i was dead!
if i die in my sleep, i won't be able to ask for forgiveness for some things.
God bless Texas----------------------- Old 300 I will remain what i am until the day I die- A HUNTER......Sitting Bull Its not how you pick the booger.. but where you put it !! Roger V Hunter
I suppose I'd like to go peacefully and quietly in my sleep some night when I'm well into my 90's. That's the way my father went except he was only 57 and suffered from worsening emphysema for about 5 years. Of course, whenever I hope for something the fickle finger of fate seems to point in a different direction.