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That's tough.. I think if it was a terminal illness, and I was told I had two weeks to a month to live.. I'd go on a vigilante spree. I'd go after all the corrupt things in life that I wanted to rectify but couldn't, for fear of bodily injury. I'd try to kill a famous terrorist, kill an abusive pimp, something vigilante but justified and necessary.
If it were an accident, I'd definitely want to be driving. I love driving, and I've told my loved ones that if I hit something and die instantly.. and the forensics come back with no skid marks and above-100 speed.. you can be sure I was smiling when I died.
If it has to be drawn out, I'd prefer bleeding to death as well. I'd get my chance to "impart wise words" to those I love, comfort them and wish them well, and then exit the world soon after.. with little pain.
I really don't care if anyone remembers me, or if I'm in a history book.. but I'd also like my death to be something that says "that's him," if at all possible. I'm pretty clumsy, so something like tripping and stabbing myself to death, accidently falling out of a window, or having a car fall on me would work nicely as well.
If I had to commit suicide, it would definitely either be crashing into something with my car.. hard and fast.. or a lethal injection of something like heroin..
Jeesh.. all this talk of dying!
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