On Death
With little more than two weeks left in the US, I'm once more compelled to think about life - and death. I woke up one morning 'few weeks ago thinking about Steve Jobs and Michael Jackson, about how much they've accomplished and how, like everyone else, they died. I woke one morning the week after thinking about how my family, too, will be gone eventually. (Thoughts like these are one big reason why I don't want kids... why put them through the same agony? And this is just the tip of the iceberg.)
So, I was thinking today to myself - how would I like to die? I suppose the standard/default answer is in my sleep. 'Suppose I wouldn't mind that. Another side of me though is thinking that I don't want to die too old or that I'd want to die in some glorious manner, which eludes dying in my sleep. And this is where I'll stop 'cause it's getting too morbid. If you'd care to fancy my curiosity - what's your ideal way of dying?
So, I was thinking today to myself - how would I like to die? I suppose the standard/default answer is in my sleep. 'Suppose I wouldn't mind that. Another side of me though is thinking that I don't want to die too old or that I'd want to die in some glorious manner, which eludes dying in my sleep. And this is where I'll stop 'cause it's getting too morbid. If you'd care to fancy my curiosity - what's your ideal way of dying?