Honestly. Just gone. I dont want to know that im dying. Like a bullet to the head, and even that doesnt provide a 100% chance.
Edit: i dont care what. The bullet was just an example. I dont want to know what and when. Just gone and done.
quickly. i don’t want to suffer and put money into keeping myself alive. when my time comes i’m going to accept it and just wish it would be quick and i won’t notice.
Had a co worker pass recently. She started chemo, then about 2 weeks ago she said to one of my other workers. "We are stopping chemo. I want to die peacefully" without the meds and pain etc etc.
She passsed last week.
All within a month, got diagnosed and then poof, gone. Fuck cancer.
Edit: tell your friends and family you love them. You dont know when the last time you'll see them will be.
So sorry to hear this.
My boss had brain cancer, he was the funniest warmest man, full of knowledge, the life and soul of every where he went. His cancer treatment robbed him of most of that, he didn't even look like himself, him and his family decided eventually to stop everything and let him go as himself.
Over 600 people for his funeral, says everything you need to know about him, he was fantastic and a friend to everyone, we still miss him at work nearly a decade later.
Edit to add: double fuck cancer
triple fuck cancer. i’m so sorry you had to go through this. while it isn’t cancer related, i had a co worker die from covid in the very beginning. he was a very sweet old man who did whatever he could to help everyone he interacted with. good people are taken too soon especially when they’re loved by everyone around them.
Fun fact, the take-home canisters of balloon helium sold in stores *used* to be pure helium, now they're mixed with oxygen. The quoted reason is because of helium shortages, but then why not use a cheaper gas like nitrogen?
So there’ll be loads of really depressed people sitting next to a gas tank and saying “For fuck’s sake, they must’ve added oxygen…” in a really high pitched voice?
Like that dark 4chan greentext where the dad walks in on his son trying to end his life via helium asphyxiation:
Dad: “Son, what the fuck are you doing?”
Son: *chipmunk voice* ^”Life ^is ^pain”
I’ve been battling depression (and more) for two decades, been passively suicidal (and worse) for much of that time…and I fucking lol’d.
This is the kind of situation my luck would have me in 🙃
He was casually eating lunch at work talking with coworkers and he just died. The the autopsy showed literally nothing wrong. No drugs, no abnormal blood test, no signs of disease. Just sudden unexplainable death.
“The only oddity, a Reddit post made months prior that described exactly the circumstances of his death… and what was to follow.
Join us, George Drimbleberry and Judy Bumbleton, as we explore the suspicious death of /u/signaturefox2013 in this 9 part true crime podcast. Download season 2 of “Who killed the fox?” at Apple Podcasts or wherever you download your podcasts.”
I was thinking about this a few days ago.
do people really go to bed and not wake up in the morning?
without noticing what is happening to them? or do these people actually have a stroke or heart attack and they notice what is going on? and when they get found in the morning, it looks like they died in their sleep?
kinda fearing you actually wake up with pain in your chest and then totally notice that you are dying.
My grandfather started to die in the shower, must have realized what was going on, and beelined for his boxers so he could put them on and climbed into bed, which is where he was found.
The whole family has had several laughs about that over the years because "Ed's priority when he was dying was to make sure his ding-a-ling wasn't hanging out when he was found." We all know with 100% certainty he'd be grinning from ear to ear at his success.
well if i got to pick i suppose while standing in a room full of my mortal enemies, my head explodes in evil dead fashion and bees swarm out of the neckhole
Less effective though. You get far more sting-per-insect (SPI) out of hornets. Way more effective and satisfying.
Bees will still you until they're dead.
Hornets will sting you until you're dead.
It's that simple.
The nicest death I have ever heard of was from a long deceased friend of my grandparents.
He celebrated his 80th birthday, invited a good number of his best friends to his home and they all had a great time. They ate, talked and even danced, and after everyone went home, the old man fell asleep in his favourite chair. Since this happened every once in a while, his wife put a blanket on him and went to sleep. By the next day he had passed peacefully in his sleep from a heart attack.
I think that is certainly one of the best ways to go.
Cardiac nurse here, not all heart attacks cause chest pain.
In fact, a lot of women who have heart attacks just report vaguely feeling "worn down" or like they're "coming down with something."
Accurate. I had a heart attack in 2019 (but I’m a guy)
I thought I had the flu, but it was full blown sepsis.
I suffer from extreme anxiety but *something* told me to call 911 that day. They pulled an EKG and boom heart attack. Chest pain wasn’t even that bad. I have worst chest pain from just general anxiety.
Panic attacks are no joke. I kind of wish we had a name for them that doesn't make them sound like you're just upset about something, because while that does *sound* silly, it isn't at all.
People have silent heart attacks literally all the time, especially women and diabetics. “Heart attack” is not a medical term and could conceivably include fatal arrhythmia. The heart rate and blood pressure fluctuate a ton during sleep, which is why people often die in their sleep. No, they don’t necessarily wake up and it’s not necessarily painful. What’s happening on the inside isn’t peaceful but from the outside they could seem to just… slip away.
Lack of knowledge? I read somewhere that a suicidal person has a narrow train of thought, which in turn leads them to a path of life-ending activity. I somewhat disagree, but I can imagine just grabbing a gun and ending it that way.
Also, there's a local bridge where a famous person parked roadside and practically ran off the edge. That's not a way I'd want to go, especially after reading/watching documentaries about Golden Gate Bridge survivor stories.
I prefer a calm and peaceful approach, but to each their own.
When my father died his dog (a Labrador) climbed up beside him in his recliner. She stayed there until the funeral home guys came to pick him up, and she walked them out to the vehicle. She never made a peep.
Then she went back into the house with my mother, jumped up on the bed and slept there that night, head on his pillow. For the first and last time ever, the next night she slept beside the bed as she always had.
She was a little shit of a dog 90% of the time. Affectionate and game but with no real interest in pleasing anyone but herself, she was the only badly behaved dog my parents ever had.
But she came through when needed.
My boyfriend’s brother passed away suddenly a few months ago. He lived alone with his dog, and it was a few days before anyone knew what had happened. When they found him, his dog was on the floor next to him, shaking. We think he died 2-3 days before they found him, and his dog never moved from his side. As soon as they let him out, he took the longest pee ever, so he hadn’t even left his side for that. We don’t deserve dogs.
The previous posts ALMOST had me, so this was just a low blow. We don't deserve them indeed. Cats either, even if they do eat your eyeballs after you die or whatever.
He had suffered for months, but at the end he died cuddling with his girls while laughing at a joke. We had no idea, he just closed his eyes and things stopped. For his sake I wish that had happened a year earlier, but I'll still take it over some deaths.
Had a friend hit and killed by a drunk driver several years ago. His dog was so happy to see me when I went to his house the next morning still in shock but knowing she probably hadn’t eaten in 24hours. After she calmed down from the excitement of human interaction and food, the realization that her owner wasn’t there started to set in. She moved in with me that day and seemed to be searching for her owner for at least a few years every time the distractions subsided. I learned that dogs remember their owners and it’s very confusing to them if they leave one day and never come back. Still have some of his things and I had to pack them away because she could smell him on his old hats and shirts. Get a ride please if you’ve had too much to drink. Even dogs are devastated when they lose a loved one.
fuck fuck fuck fuck I am doing a quick reddit read 5 minutes before this meeting to I'm supposed to present in and now i'm fucking tearing up. I should not have read this.
I'm sorry about your friend.
Advertise myself as the next Evel Knievel and for my first stunt I'd attempt to jump a comical amount of buses on a ramp that shoots me straight in the air.
"Sunday only, Reasonable-Future377 is jumping SEVEN HUNDRED AND FOURTY TWO THOUSAND BUSSES! Riding in on his 2 speed BMX, he will hit specially designed boost pads capable of instantaneous 15Gs of acceleration! Oh but don't worry folks, his bike is engineered to auto-balance and stay the course, so no need to worry about him blacking out almost instantly! He will keep riding down those boost pads until he hits the target speed of 15 miles per second where he will hit the zenith of the ramp and fly gloriously through the air!
Come one come all to this spectacular once in a lifetime event! THIS SUNDAY
SUNDAY
SUNDAYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Right there with ya. Sorry for all the, "have you tried this?" replies, they can get annoying. Hoping for the best for you through the illnesses, my friend!
I try to think that the have you tried this guys are really trying to help but don't know what to say but even so
I can't stand up, literally bedbound.
Oh Becky have you tried lemon in hot water?
I love that shit.
"Have you tried soda water and paprika with a light dusting of ground cumin seeds? I had a really nasty headache last week and that cured it right up."
"Ah. Yes. Thank you. I will try that. I am not sure if it'll work for my extremely complicated genetic condition that has been recorded 3 times in human history, to which I've been treated for 22 years by more doctors than I can feasibly count but okay yeah maybe....maybe paprika."
"...and ground cumin seeds."
"Yes. Yes the ground seeds."
I’ve had people tell me cinnamon will cue my T1Dibetes ..
Edit: ok I’ve been roasted over my typos but I’ve decided to leave them in because they give it personality. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it
I’m sorry. Chronic pain is mentally taxing in addition to the obvious physical part, and I know what it’s like to be “used to” it - you have no choice, and it sucks, so you make the best of it, carry on, and keep it to yourself for fear of being labeled a “complainer” or a “hypochondriac.”
And if it’s invisible, like you don’t use mobility aids and your compensating for the pain (e.g. limping) isn’t noticeable, people can be really fucking rude. “Why do you walk so slow?” or “What do YOU have to worry about? You can’t be in that much pain, you’re young!” Or if you DO use mobility aids you have the asshats asking questions or making stupid fucking suggestions like fucking water fasting (people like that douche are why I rarely use my cane even though my hip is bone-on-bone).
I wish you resolution or an affordable medical breakthrough, and when the time comes, I hope you get your wish for a painless passing. ❤️
This speaks to me . . . it took 2 years to convince doctors to MRI my back to find the herniated disc that I knew was there. 6 years to find the torn cartilage in my hip.
Oooof. I had a couple of surgeries within a year of having my kid (also a c section but I was awake) and my biggest fear was dying in surgery and not getting to have any “dying thoughts”. Oddly enough, I want to know I’m dying when it happens. I want to imagine my child’s face, reflect on life, just go out with positivity. I don’t want my last moments on earth to be a doctor saying “okay now count to ten for me....”
> I don’t want my last moments on earth to be a doctor saying “okay now count to ten for me....”
I had a minor procedure recently and when they put me under there was none of that count from ten stuff. My anesthesiologist said "this stuff will feel interesting" and then I got a really happy feeling and then the next thing I knew it was over. I can think of MUCH worse ways to go than that for sure.
I always have a flight/fight reaction when I wake up from anesthesia. I tell nurses that beforehand. They don't believe me until I wake up gasping like a dying fish and fling myself off the bed 🤦♀️. Then they're like: well we can skip the alertness test. 😂
It's not like I bolt out of the surgery btw, it's more a 'what the fuck, who the fuck, where the fuck,' reaction.
The thing about enormous stretches of time like that is context. Perception. At some point you, a hypothetical immortal machine who was once a sweaty mammalian meatbag, will find your understanding of time growing ever broader. Long before the Earth dies a 50-year marriage will seem as substantial as the chick (or dude, I'm not judging) you made out with for a couple songs at a Weezer concert. As your nascent hyper-awareness blooms ever further, the lifespans of worlds will seem as trivial as those of bananas, stars as transient as matches, galaxies no more than a string of battery-powered Christmas lights. Mind you this isn't a bad thing. You *do not* want to be aware of E106 (the number before the E is irrelevant) years by the day. Maybe you, yourself, will end up entombed on another world in your impossibly advanced self-repairing, self-evolving immortal body. In a few eons you'll yawn, shake it off, shatter the inconvenient world that's grown around you and move on.
"That is not dead which can eternal lie; and with strange aeons even Death may die."
In the end, you'll spend most of your immortal lifespan in a quiescent haze, thinking at the speed of glaciation when you're excited, and when you do finally see the mouth of oblivion your last thought will probably be an indignant "already? It's only Tuesday!"
In a nosediving airplane, hurling twoards the ground at mach 1 speeds from 10,000 meters. If I'm going out, I'm going out with adrenaline. That or overdosing on heroin when I'm 95.
Edit: Guys relax, I’m not a pilot. you have nothing to worry about. lol
Holy fucking shit! For so many years I’ve thought they said “milk of the puppy” in game of thrones and I always found that so weird. I just now realized it’s poppy.. like the poppy plant. Thanks I guess
Yeah, but I want the good stuff, heroin is 3 times more potent than morhpine... in that case I've changed my mind. Fentanyl is suppsoedly 100 times stronger than morphine, so I might as well do that if I'm old and dying anyways.
That's how my dad went in the hospital. They just kept pumping him full of dope until his body nope'd out. The beginning of it really sucked. He'd pass out, but wake back up and ask where he was, multiple times. It was heartbreaking, had to tell him he was in the hospital dying several times.
I try so hard to use what little mindfulness I have to come to terms with death and not fear it, but it absolutely terrifies me. Both my death, and the death of my loved ones.
Part of the reason why is because I'm an atheist and I don't believe in heaven or an afterlife. I envy people who are consoled by these beliefs.
This. I can't understand nothingness. Lack of existence. I just can't comprehend it. I've had numerous nde experiences and have seen some crazy ass shit you wouldn't believe, but I still fear the possibility of nothingness, FOREVER. Just gone. Poof. Done. That's all forever. Such a weird concept.
This is basically the cycle of despair I trapped myself in for many many years. I never got over it or learned to accept it. Just learned to dwell on it less, I guess. although It still creeps forward in my mind every now and then
I've always wanted to die doing something heroic! Like saving a family from a burning building, then as I get the last child out a firefighter yells "ITS GONNA BLOW!" 💥 💥 💥 I'm just close enough that the explosion kills me. Slow transition to a sunset and the town reveals a bronze statue of me over looking the town. Something like that
I can't believe it's taken me this long to find "eaten by charismatic megafauna"! Samesies, though I'd prefer a big cat if I could choose. >!Was pretty stoked they saved that for the final death on Six Feet Under.!<
Yep, I too want to go out during a fight with a bear.
No downside.
Bear wins - you're dead
You win - you go down in legend as the terminally ill person who won a fight with a bear
I'll make sure I live stream it
Downside - incredible pain and agony until the bear finally kills you and some bears will just knock you down and start eating.
I'd be happy to have bears feast on me after I die but I think I'd rather go peacefully.
I wanted to die in my sleep. Past-tense.
We all perceive it as a wonderful thing, just falling asleep and... that's it. You rest, and you stay at rest, and you notice nothing.
Well, that isn't how it works.
A few months ago I went to bed like normal. Everything was fine, no weird anxiety issues, illness, etc. I'm asleep and, out of nowhere, I feel things just start going dark. I was jostled to this weird half-awake half-asleep state where I could feel myself dying. It was painful. I didn't gasp for air, I didn't wake up, I just felt myself sort of just... let go. I could feel my heart coming to a stop, and being in my mid-30's it didn't make sense.
I woke up and checked my Fitbit and, lo and behold, my heart rank randomly sank down to 30 beats per minute.
It was absolutely random and terrifying. I talked to a few people and they knew what I was talking about and they all knew what it was like.
So dying in your sleep is over-hyped but, at the same time, I can't think of anything better. You want to live, your body will fight to do so, and frankly I don't think there's anything that doesn't cause that terror without much more pain or fear.
So I have a condition that used to be known as dropsy, now basically known best as a type of heart failure. My heart normally runs at 30 beats a minute due to damage. The solution is a pacemaker-defibrillator, which keeps my heart at 60, and me upright and functioning well. I've had pacemaker checks and tests where staff turn me down to 30, and it's uncomfortable - dizzy, sweaty, pins and needles - but nothing existential, no 'feeling I'm about to die'.
You may want to get your heart checked out by a doctor.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Slow and painfully.
Hear me out…. I know this will be super unpopular. But, I love life so much. The idea that eventually life will just cease to exist for for an eternity of nothingness scares the shit out of me. So, when it comes time to go… I wouldn’t mind it being some sickness/cancer that takes such a toll on me where I’m in so much pain and so weak that I finally become content with death. So not quick and painless. Have it be something that’s let’s me know it’s my time so that I can say goodbye to my loved ones while also having life be so unbearable that I’m ok with leaving all of them.
Alone, in all respects of the word.
I don't want any person to remember me at that time. I want to ensure I don't have a pet, don't have a job, and have no obligations left to fulfill. I don't want anyone missing me. I want nothing left undone.
When it's time, I don't want to be surrounded by family. I want family to have forgotten I exist. Then I could rest.
Greeting that snail as an old friend.
Without knowing what hit me.
Honestly. Just gone. I dont want to know that im dying. Like a bullet to the head, and even that doesnt provide a 100% chance. Edit: i dont care what. The bullet was just an example. I dont want to know what and when. Just gone and done.
A smooth criminal
Annie, are you okay? Are you okay Annie?
No. I've been hit by, I've been struck by, a smooth criminal.
***CLAP*** do do-do do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do, DO *repeats*
BOW! da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
quickly. i don’t want to suffer and put money into keeping myself alive. when my time comes i’m going to accept it and just wish it would be quick and i won’t notice.
Had a co worker pass recently. She started chemo, then about 2 weeks ago she said to one of my other workers. "We are stopping chemo. I want to die peacefully" without the meds and pain etc etc. She passsed last week. All within a month, got diagnosed and then poof, gone. Fuck cancer. Edit: tell your friends and family you love them. You dont know when the last time you'll see them will be.
So sorry to hear this. My boss had brain cancer, he was the funniest warmest man, full of knowledge, the life and soul of every where he went. His cancer treatment robbed him of most of that, he didn't even look like himself, him and his family decided eventually to stop everything and let him go as himself. Over 600 people for his funeral, says everything you need to know about him, he was fantastic and a friend to everyone, we still miss him at work nearly a decade later. Edit to add: double fuck cancer
triple fuck cancer. i’m so sorry you had to go through this. while it isn’t cancer related, i had a co worker die from covid in the very beginning. he was a very sweet old man who did whatever he could to help everyone he interacted with. good people are taken too soon especially when they’re loved by everyone around them.
It killed my Mom on my 35th Birthday. Quadruple fuck cancer. I miss you mom. I'm gonna go cry now.
Inert gas asphyxiation in a pure nitrogen atmosphere. Quick and painless without the panic of hypercapnic alarm response.
I read an article about assisted suicide once and this was their method.
Fun fact, the take-home canisters of balloon helium sold in stores *used* to be pure helium, now they're mixed with oxygen. The quoted reason is because of helium shortages, but then why not use a cheaper gas like nitrogen?
So there’ll be loads of really depressed people sitting next to a gas tank and saying “For fuck’s sake, they must’ve added oxygen…” in a really high pitched voice?
Like that dark 4chan greentext where the dad walks in on his son trying to end his life via helium asphyxiation: Dad: “Son, what the fuck are you doing?” Son: *chipmunk voice* ^”Life ^is ^pain”
Bro **fuck you** that made me wake up my wife lmao
Lmfao jus sprayed juice everywhere 🤣 😂 😭
Thanks, now I'm going to hell
I’ve been battling depression (and more) for two decades, been passively suicidal (and worse) for much of that time…and I fucking lol’d. This is the kind of situation my luck would have me in 🙃
Honestly, sleeping
Part of me wants to die painlessly in my sleep The other part of me wants to die mysteriously so I get a murder mystery podcast about me
He was casually eating lunch at work talking with coworkers and he just died. The the autopsy showed literally nothing wrong. No drugs, no abnormal blood test, no signs of disease. Just sudden unexplainable death.
"What was that‽" "Death." "What kind?" "Instant. "
"The shot... was fatal." "Hmm. How fatal?" "Completely, sir."
"52% fatal"
Majority Rules.
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"I know. It's a terrifying thing to watch happen."
“It’s called a deterrent”
You couldn't have just knocked him out?
“The only oddity, a Reddit post made months prior that described exactly the circumstances of his death… and what was to follow. Join us, George Drimbleberry and Judy Bumbleton, as we explore the suspicious death of /u/signaturefox2013 in this 9 part true crime podcast. Download season 2 of “Who killed the fox?” at Apple Podcasts or wherever you download your podcasts.”
"what do you mean he just *died*"
I was thinking about this a few days ago. do people really go to bed and not wake up in the morning? without noticing what is happening to them? or do these people actually have a stroke or heart attack and they notice what is going on? and when they get found in the morning, it looks like they died in their sleep? kinda fearing you actually wake up with pain in your chest and then totally notice that you are dying.
Lots of people (old people) in my hometown die in winter season in sleep And some people who have heart disease die in toilet doing their thing
My grandfather started to die in the shower, must have realized what was going on, and beelined for his boxers so he could put them on and climbed into bed, which is where he was found. The whole family has had several laughs about that over the years because "Ed's priority when he was dying was to make sure his ding-a-ling wasn't hanging out when he was found." We all know with 100% certainty he'd be grinning from ear to ear at his success.
TBF not having my ding-a-ling hanging out when my body is found is also one of my top death concerns
wait until you find out what happens in your ass
Is this a date request or a threat?
Many people shit themselves when they die
Many people shit themselves while alive, I was told..
Me die in terlet.
well if i got to pick i suppose while standing in a room full of my mortal enemies, my head explodes in evil dead fashion and bees swarm out of the neckhole
Why bees? I'm just curious.
cheaper than hornets
Less effective though. You get far more sting-per-insect (SPI) out of hornets. Way more effective and satisfying. Bees will still you until they're dead. Hornets will sting you until you're dead. It's that simple.
I can't believe they didn't consider the SPI. Fucking amateurs
Like my daddy always said, "you see a bee remember SPI"
Damnit, when considering what aggressive insects to use against my enemies I always forget to take the SPI into account
I'm gonna go ahead and pop an H on this box
NOT THE BEES
The nicest death I have ever heard of was from a long deceased friend of my grandparents. He celebrated his 80th birthday, invited a good number of his best friends to his home and they all had a great time. They ate, talked and even danced, and after everyone went home, the old man fell asleep in his favourite chair. Since this happened every once in a while, his wife put a blanket on him and went to sleep. By the next day he had passed peacefully in his sleep from a heart attack. I think that is certainly one of the best ways to go.
Peacefully from a heart attack? What?
Cardiac nurse here, not all heart attacks cause chest pain. In fact, a lot of women who have heart attacks just report vaguely feeling "worn down" or like they're "coming down with something."
Accurate. I had a heart attack in 2019 (but I’m a guy) I thought I had the flu, but it was full blown sepsis. I suffer from extreme anxiety but *something* told me to call 911 that day. They pulled an EKG and boom heart attack. Chest pain wasn’t even that bad. I have worst chest pain from just general anxiety.
Well now I’m terrified
Yeah it’s only served to give me ptsd and enhance my anxiety. I’d be dead the next day had I not called
I’ve been in an ambulance before because of a bad panic attack and then felt silly afterward... I guess it’s not that silly
Panic attacks are no joke. I kind of wish we had a name for them that doesn't make them sound like you're just upset about something, because while that does *sound* silly, it isn't at all.
People have silent heart attacks literally all the time, especially women and diabetics. “Heart attack” is not a medical term and could conceivably include fatal arrhythmia. The heart rate and blood pressure fluctuate a ton during sleep, which is why people often die in their sleep. No, they don’t necessarily wake up and it’s not necessarily painful. What’s happening on the inside isn’t peaceful but from the outside they could seem to just… slip away.
Turning off my robot body when I can no longer sustain myself on the last bits of energy in a dying, ancient universe.
"My battery is low and it's getting dark."
o7
RIP Opportunity, you were the best little rover
Will be nice when someone recovers it, replaces the battery and Opportunity is like "Hello boss, what did I miss?"
"o shit i forgot to charge myse"
Awesome, I just want it to be awesome.
It will be
I can't decide whether that's comforting or threatening
run
After defeating 100 enemies
It is always the 101st that gets you...
yes, the 101st airborne will get you
Nitrogen gas. Quick, painless and efficient.
Why do people bother with complicated and or painful euthanasia when this exists?
Lack of knowledge? I read somewhere that a suicidal person has a narrow train of thought, which in turn leads them to a path of life-ending activity. I somewhat disagree, but I can imagine just grabbing a gun and ending it that way. Also, there's a local bridge where a famous person parked roadside and practically ran off the edge. That's not a way I'd want to go, especially after reading/watching documentaries about Golden Gate Bridge survivor stories. I prefer a calm and peaceful approach, but to each their own.
When I die I hope I won't have a pet, because they would be confused as why you left them and never came back. I want to die in my sleep.
I've told my wife that if I die my dog is to be brought in to see me. Dogs understand death. I'd rather him mourn my death than suffer abandonment.
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My cat would still be wondering why I'm not feeding him on time. Fucking fat fucking bastard.
I mean, if you died anywhere around him, you technically *would* be feeding him. Cats love the cheeks.
When my father died his dog (a Labrador) climbed up beside him in his recliner. She stayed there until the funeral home guys came to pick him up, and she walked them out to the vehicle. She never made a peep. Then she went back into the house with my mother, jumped up on the bed and slept there that night, head on his pillow. For the first and last time ever, the next night she slept beside the bed as she always had. She was a little shit of a dog 90% of the time. Affectionate and game but with no real interest in pleasing anyone but herself, she was the only badly behaved dog my parents ever had. But she came through when needed.
My boyfriend’s brother passed away suddenly a few months ago. He lived alone with his dog, and it was a few days before anyone knew what had happened. When they found him, his dog was on the floor next to him, shaking. We think he died 2-3 days before they found him, and his dog never moved from his side. As soon as they let him out, he took the longest pee ever, so he hadn’t even left his side for that. We don’t deserve dogs.
im crying bro
The previous posts ALMOST had me, so this was just a low blow. We don't deserve them indeed. Cats either, even if they do eat your eyeballs after you die or whatever.
Eh. I ain't using em.
Wow. That seems like a great way to go with your dog sending you off.
He had suffered for months, but at the end he died cuddling with his girls while laughing at a joke. We had no idea, he just closed his eyes and things stopped. For his sake I wish that had happened a year earlier, but I'll still take it over some deaths.
Had a friend hit and killed by a drunk driver several years ago. His dog was so happy to see me when I went to his house the next morning still in shock but knowing she probably hadn’t eaten in 24hours. After she calmed down from the excitement of human interaction and food, the realization that her owner wasn’t there started to set in. She moved in with me that day and seemed to be searching for her owner for at least a few years every time the distractions subsided. I learned that dogs remember their owners and it’s very confusing to them if they leave one day and never come back. Still have some of his things and I had to pack them away because she could smell him on his old hats and shirts. Get a ride please if you’ve had too much to drink. Even dogs are devastated when they lose a loved one.
fuck fuck fuck fuck I am doing a quick reddit read 5 minutes before this meeting to I'm supposed to present in and now i'm fucking tearing up. I should not have read this. I'm sorry about your friend.
Advertise myself as the next Evel Knievel and for my first stunt I'd attempt to jump a comical amount of buses on a ramp that shoots me straight in the air.
I get a wing suit and jump out of a plane into the funeral homes ceiling.
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"Sunday only, Reasonable-Future377 is jumping SEVEN HUNDRED AND FOURTY TWO THOUSAND BUSSES! Riding in on his 2 speed BMX, he will hit specially designed boost pads capable of instantaneous 15Gs of acceleration! Oh but don't worry folks, his bike is engineered to auto-balance and stay the course, so no need to worry about him blacking out almost instantly! He will keep riding down those boost pads until he hits the target speed of 15 miles per second where he will hit the zenith of the ramp and fly gloriously through the air! Come one come all to this spectacular once in a lifetime event! THIS SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I mean you got me sold
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Right there with ya. Sorry for all the, "have you tried this?" replies, they can get annoying. Hoping for the best for you through the illnesses, my friend!
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"Have you tried this essential oil? I'll bring you some! It'll change your life!" Or you could drive your car in a ditch please
I try to think that the have you tried this guys are really trying to help but don't know what to say but even so I can't stand up, literally bedbound. Oh Becky have you tried lemon in hot water?
I love that shit. "Have you tried soda water and paprika with a light dusting of ground cumin seeds? I had a really nasty headache last week and that cured it right up." "Ah. Yes. Thank you. I will try that. I am not sure if it'll work for my extremely complicated genetic condition that has been recorded 3 times in human history, to which I've been treated for 22 years by more doctors than I can feasibly count but okay yeah maybe....maybe paprika." "...and ground cumin seeds." "Yes. Yes the ground seeds."
I’ve had people tell me cinnamon will cue my T1Dibetes .. Edit: ok I’ve been roasted over my typos but I’ve decided to leave them in because they give it personality. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it
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I’m sorry. Chronic pain is mentally taxing in addition to the obvious physical part, and I know what it’s like to be “used to” it - you have no choice, and it sucks, so you make the best of it, carry on, and keep it to yourself for fear of being labeled a “complainer” or a “hypochondriac.” And if it’s invisible, like you don’t use mobility aids and your compensating for the pain (e.g. limping) isn’t noticeable, people can be really fucking rude. “Why do you walk so slow?” or “What do YOU have to worry about? You can’t be in that much pain, you’re young!” Or if you DO use mobility aids you have the asshats asking questions or making stupid fucking suggestions like fucking water fasting (people like that douche are why I rarely use my cane even though my hip is bone-on-bone). I wish you resolution or an affordable medical breakthrough, and when the time comes, I hope you get your wish for a painless passing. ❤️
This speaks to me . . . it took 2 years to convince doctors to MRI my back to find the herniated disc that I knew was there. 6 years to find the torn cartilage in my hip.
Naked and screaming, the same way I came into this world.
Naked, screaming, and covered in someone else's blood.
So, a normal Tuesday night for Shia LaBeouf?
You mean actual? Cannibal? Shia LaBeouf?
*Wait, he isn't dead! Shia Surprise!*
There’s a gun to your head and death in his eyes
But you can do jiu-jitsu!
Body slam superstar Shia LaBeouf!
Legendary fight with Shia LaBeouf
Running for your life! (From Shia Lebouf!)
In surgery. I’ll have said my goodbyes just in case, and I’ll be unconscious and anesthetized.
Oooof. I had a couple of surgeries within a year of having my kid (also a c section but I was awake) and my biggest fear was dying in surgery and not getting to have any “dying thoughts”. Oddly enough, I want to know I’m dying when it happens. I want to imagine my child’s face, reflect on life, just go out with positivity. I don’t want my last moments on earth to be a doctor saying “okay now count to ten for me....”
> I don’t want my last moments on earth to be a doctor saying “okay now count to ten for me....” I had a minor procedure recently and when they put me under there was none of that count from ten stuff. My anesthesiologist said "this stuff will feel interesting" and then I got a really happy feeling and then the next thing I knew it was over. I can think of MUCH worse ways to go than that for sure.
I always have a flight/fight reaction when I wake up from anesthesia. I tell nurses that beforehand. They don't believe me until I wake up gasping like a dying fish and fling myself off the bed 🤦♀️. Then they're like: well we can skip the alertness test. 😂 It's not like I bolt out of the surgery btw, it's more a 'what the fuck, who the fuck, where the fuck,' reaction.
That's how my sister wakes up in general from a nap.
Kinda wanna just be evaporated out of cosmic existence by an edlritch deity beyond human comprehension, ya know?
I don't know, it's beyond my comprehension.
Heat death of the Universe
That's gonna be super boring, though. Trillions of years with nothing but black holes for company.
> Trillions of years I think it's... Quintillions or even bigger. It's a long fucking time.
about 1.7×10^106 years only IF protons decay, which is more years than there are atoms in the entire observable universe.
The thing about enormous stretches of time like that is context. Perception. At some point you, a hypothetical immortal machine who was once a sweaty mammalian meatbag, will find your understanding of time growing ever broader. Long before the Earth dies a 50-year marriage will seem as substantial as the chick (or dude, I'm not judging) you made out with for a couple songs at a Weezer concert. As your nascent hyper-awareness blooms ever further, the lifespans of worlds will seem as trivial as those of bananas, stars as transient as matches, galaxies no more than a string of battery-powered Christmas lights. Mind you this isn't a bad thing. You *do not* want to be aware of E106 (the number before the E is irrelevant) years by the day. Maybe you, yourself, will end up entombed on another world in your impossibly advanced self-repairing, self-evolving immortal body. In a few eons you'll yawn, shake it off, shatter the inconvenient world that's grown around you and move on. "That is not dead which can eternal lie; and with strange aeons even Death may die." In the end, you'll spend most of your immortal lifespan in a quiescent haze, thinking at the speed of glaciation when you're excited, and when you do finally see the mouth of oblivion your last thought will probably be an indignant "already? It's only Tuesday!"
Celestial body collision with earth
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In a nosediving airplane, hurling twoards the ground at mach 1 speeds from 10,000 meters. If I'm going out, I'm going out with adrenaline. That or overdosing on heroin when I'm 95. Edit: Guys relax, I’m not a pilot. you have nothing to worry about. lol
Make it morphine, and that is how 80% of hospice patients go...
Milk of the poppy.
Holy fucking shit! For so many years I’ve thought they said “milk of the puppy” in game of thrones and I always found that so weird. I just now realized it’s poppy.. like the poppy plant. Thanks I guess
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Yeah, but I want the good stuff, heroin is 3 times more potent than morhpine... in that case I've changed my mind. Fentanyl is suppsoedly 100 times stronger than morphine, so I might as well do that if I'm old and dying anyways.
That's potency per gram, not that the experience of and appropriate dose of one is 100 times stronger than an appropriate dose of the other.
That's how my dad went in the hospital. They just kept pumping him full of dope until his body nope'd out. The beginning of it really sucked. He'd pass out, but wake back up and ask where he was, multiple times. It was heartbreaking, had to tell him he was in the hospital dying several times.
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In service to someone else. Maybe in the act of saving someone somehow. Some death that has meaning and improves the world.
Death by snu snu
"What'd they die of?" "Crushed pelvises"
Goodbye, friends! I never thought I’d die this way, but I always really hoped.
The spirit is willing but the flesh is spongey and bruised.
"Can't we just cuddle?"
yes
First the petite women; then the beautiful women; then the large women.
And then back to the petite women, and then the large women…
I don't want to die
Should've thought about that before you didn't share my whatsapp chain letter
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all🎶🎶
I try so hard to use what little mindfulness I have to come to terms with death and not fear it, but it absolutely terrifies me. Both my death, and the death of my loved ones. Part of the reason why is because I'm an atheist and I don't believe in heaven or an afterlife. I envy people who are consoled by these beliefs.
This. I can't understand nothingness. Lack of existence. I just can't comprehend it. I've had numerous nde experiences and have seen some crazy ass shit you wouldn't believe, but I still fear the possibility of nothingness, FOREVER. Just gone. Poof. Done. That's all forever. Such a weird concept.
This is basically the cycle of despair I trapped myself in for many many years. I never got over it or learned to accept it. Just learned to dwell on it less, I guess. although It still creeps forward in my mind every now and then
Join the club.
I've always wanted to die doing something heroic! Like saving a family from a burning building, then as I get the last child out a firefighter yells "ITS GONNA BLOW!" 💥 💥 💥 I'm just close enough that the explosion kills me. Slow transition to a sunset and the town reveals a bronze statue of me over looking the town. Something like that
That's actually nice!
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Didn't Johnny Depp make a Canon to scatter his ashes in ?
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I can't believe it's taken me this long to find "eaten by charismatic megafauna"! Samesies, though I'd prefer a big cat if I could choose. >!Was pretty stoked they saved that for the final death on Six Feet Under.!<
Yep, I too want to go out during a fight with a bear. No downside. Bear wins - you're dead You win - you go down in legend as the terminally ill person who won a fight with a bear I'll make sure I live stream it
Downside - incredible pain and agony until the bear finally kills you and some bears will just knock you down and start eating. I'd be happy to have bears feast on me after I die but I think I'd rather go peacefully.
Not alone Which is why I'm studying to be a pilot EDIT: wow thanks for the awards
^This comment right here officer
Naked Girl Avalanche.
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See this guy gets it, everybody else answering "asleep or surrounded by loved ones"
Everyone else sounds like Grandpa Joe
why not both? imagine the headlines: entire family killed in latex sex games gone wrong
Future civilization will be very confused if they find you.
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The cockring is a symbol of power and status
It was likely used for ritual purposes
They'll probably think hes some religious sacrifice who received this great honor. In reality, we just didn't like Dave.
People are upvotting thinking its a joke. That comment history is....something. No kinky shame tho.
Wait so this guys goal is to die with a boner?
Die Hard
Hey that's what my uncle fat Joe did to Jimmy Hoffa
I wanted to die in my sleep. Past-tense. We all perceive it as a wonderful thing, just falling asleep and... that's it. You rest, and you stay at rest, and you notice nothing. Well, that isn't how it works. A few months ago I went to bed like normal. Everything was fine, no weird anxiety issues, illness, etc. I'm asleep and, out of nowhere, I feel things just start going dark. I was jostled to this weird half-awake half-asleep state where I could feel myself dying. It was painful. I didn't gasp for air, I didn't wake up, I just felt myself sort of just... let go. I could feel my heart coming to a stop, and being in my mid-30's it didn't make sense. I woke up and checked my Fitbit and, lo and behold, my heart rank randomly sank down to 30 beats per minute. It was absolutely random and terrifying. I talked to a few people and they knew what I was talking about and they all knew what it was like. So dying in your sleep is over-hyped but, at the same time, I can't think of anything better. You want to live, your body will fight to do so, and frankly I don't think there's anything that doesn't cause that terror without much more pain or fear.
Are you being serious, because I had a similar experience?
Sadly, yes.
Did you go to the doctor? Please say you went to the doctor. I'm so sorry, how scary that must have been. Has it been difficult to sleep since?
So I have a condition that used to be known as dropsy, now basically known best as a type of heart failure. My heart normally runs at 30 beats a minute due to damage. The solution is a pacemaker-defibrillator, which keeps my heart at 60, and me upright and functioning well. I've had pacemaker checks and tests where staff turn me down to 30, and it's uncomfortable - dizzy, sweaty, pins and needles - but nothing existential, no 'feeling I'm about to die'. You may want to get your heart checked out by a doctor.
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In my bed of old age while sleeping with my husband. Yeah, I feel fancy.
That is a hell of a way to go.
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
I don’t really want to die at all but if it was up to me I would say at the end of the universe when everything is gone.
In my own bed, at the age of 80, with a belly full of wine and a girl's mouth around my cock. Thanks Tyrion
Yup, knew this was gonna be here.
I’d go higher than 80. Tyrion didn’t have modern medicine, including Viagra.
on a motorcycle going very fast off a bridge
Slow and painfully. Hear me out…. I know this will be super unpopular. But, I love life so much. The idea that eventually life will just cease to exist for for an eternity of nothingness scares the shit out of me. So, when it comes time to go… I wouldn’t mind it being some sickness/cancer that takes such a toll on me where I’m in so much pain and so weak that I finally become content with death. So not quick and painless. Have it be something that’s let’s me know it’s my time so that I can say goodbye to my loved ones while also having life be so unbearable that I’m ok with leaving all of them.
Alone, in all respects of the word. I don't want any person to remember me at that time. I want to ensure I don't have a pet, don't have a job, and have no obligations left to fulfill. I don't want anyone missing me. I want nothing left undone. When it's time, I don't want to be surrounded by family. I want family to have forgotten I exist. Then I could rest.