"I tell you what I'd do... two chicks at the same time, man."
"Twins, Basil. Twins."
Like some other people who answered on this thread, I'd have lots of sex to reaffirm THAT part of my lust for life, then hijack a live broadcast somewhere to state a piece of my mind before leaving. If no live broadcast is available, then just a "man-on-the-street"-type video would do. I'd ask anyone on camera what they would do if they had only 24 hours left to live, then tell them not to wait for that moment to happen, 'cuz it's not what it's cracked up to be.
Then, I'd probably panic, then have a steak, calm down and realise that it's all gonna be alright, then tell my parents that I can't believe how fortunate I was to have been raised by them and hope that this life was good enough to deserve ones that are even 1/10th as generous and loving in the next life, whatever that's like, then go to my best friend's grave with some Dr. Pepper and CDs and wait for the end.
Basically, I wouldn't do anything that might have serious repercussions I'd have to deal with if that 24-hour deadline shit was just a joke/test/fluke of some kind. That's right, even in the face of death, I'd play it safe, for whatever it's worth and ask someone to make me laugh right before the end.
As Hermann Hesse once wrote: "Eternity lasts but a moment, just long enough for a joke."
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