3 Days 'Till You Die

[Nax]

The concept here is simple, you have 3 days exactly until you die. How is not really important, say ohhhh I dunno, being crushed by piano or something.

The important thing is, if you knew it was exactly three days till the end, how would you spend your time?

Would you ransack the country, plundering and murdering as you went? Spend it with a loved one? Wander into the wilderness?

Do tell

[Heathcliff]

Go to church.

Nah, little bit late for that, but I may stop there anyway.

I'd write everything I can about myself, so that people can read it.

Also I wouldn't bother with things like brushing my teeth seeing as it won't matter.

I'd still go to school, I may as well.

[soundofmusic]

I'd make financial arrangements; turn everything over to family members. Make funeral or cremation arrangements and then call everyone I love and spend the days letting them know I care and plan to stick around to watch over them.

[Heathcliff]

For the last bit, where I'm about to die, I'd be asleep. I'm too gutless to see it happen.

[Lulim]

As I have arranged how to dispose of my mortal remains 25 years ago, there's no need of that anymore. So I would go on with life as usual, it could happen to you any time anyway, couldn't it?

[MANICHAEAN]

Actually it would be great to know that you would die in three days. It would be great to have any exactitude as to when you would meet your Maker. Just think:
1. All those foods and drinks you once loved that have been denied you as "bad for your health". I would hit the MacDonald double cheesburger, double fries, extra salt & a gallon of coke with a vengence, followed by liver & bacon (current out as it brings on gout), pints of Guinness suitably mated with single malt chasers.
2. All that money you have put by in case you fall upon hard times or need long term medical care. Blow it to those that are close to you in cash to avoid the tax man.
3. Post date a cheque for your funeral (excessive in the extreme, plumed black horses, professional mourners) that will be the last cheque you write, and it will bounce.
4. Arrange to be buried at sea, in the deepest part & insist that all those you detest are on board prior to the reading of a will, in which they inherit zilch.

[Maryd.]

Firstly I would dance until I dropped.
Secondly I would read.
Then of course, just before the big moment I shall laugh out loud, hideously, at all the petty small minded fools that I leave selfishly behind. This way - when I lay in my black box of velvet and silk (red of course). I shall show that smile that everyone likes. Heaven knows, they need it!!

[wlz]

I would like to spend my last three days of life running around naked throughout a nun's convent wearing a gold Venetian mask with large purple plumes, holding a large litre-sized can of strong German beer, smoking continuously and shouting in a crazed tone: "Well there, lucky ladies, who's a jolly sailor, then?" All set to the music of Orff's, 'Carmina Burana'.

[JuniperWoolf]

I would like to spend my last three days of life running around naked throughout a nun's convent wearing a gold Venetian mask with large purple plumes, holding a large litre-sized can of strong German beer, smoking continuously and shouting in a crazed tone: "Well there, lucky ladies, who's a jolly sailor, then?" All set to the music of Orff's, 'Carmina Burana'.

:lol: Perfect!

[skib]

I'd do my damndest to cut it down to a day and go out with a bang.

[BienvenuJDC]

Spend the time with my little girls...whatever they wanted to do...

[Lumiere]

I would write a letter to be read after I'm dead (as a doornail).

Then I would buy a plane ticket to somewhere far away, a foreign country. It doesn't particularly matter where. I'd "live it up" in general. Have lots of conversations with strangers just for the heck of it. Maybe do a little repenting just in case. :wink5:

[soundofmusic]

I would like to spend my last three days of life running around naked throughout a nun's convent wearing a gold Venetian mask with large purple plumes, holding a large litre-sized can of strong German beer, smoking continuously and shouting in a crazed tone: "Well there, lucky ladies, who's a jolly sailor, then?" All set to the music of Orff's, 'Carmina Burana'.

:biggrinjester: For godsakes man, don't wait; give me your address and I'll follow you in a cab...

[soundofmusic]

This is a wonderful topic; and I wonder why we just don't take the opportunity to do all of these wonderful things now.

[Shalot]

I would consult with a spiritual advisor and I would reflect on my life and the lessons I learned while here on this earth school and all the time I would be wondering who and where I'd be re-incarnated as next. Oh, and I would be looking forward to my death because I would finally know the answers to certain questions such as:

1) Did Marilyn Monroe really commit suicide or was it murder?
2) Who was really behind the assasination of JFK?
3) Who took my grandfather's picture album?
4) Is my coworker really a back-stabbing witch or am I just paranoid?
5) Who ran into my car in the parking lot and drove off?
6) Was Y2K a scam concocted by Wal-Mart to boost sales revenue?
7) Is Global Warming for real?


Yep, I can't wait to find all this stuff out.

I forgot to add: I might try out some wild stuff that I wouldn't do otherwise for fear that I would ruin my life...

[Nax]

For my three days I would do my best to find peace and give peace to those around me, as I do now. But obviously I would have to speed things up a bit.

The first morning I would wake up, have a big breakfast of eggs, piles of bacon, a glass of cold milk, hashbrowns, and bake'n'powder bisquits the way dad used to make.

I would spend my first morning by the ocean, I love the sea and I love beachcombing, I would find at least one thing from there, and take it will me for the next three days, a rock or a dried seahorse maybe.

I would have lobster for lunch by the ocean, with natural oysters and lemon and a corona to chase it.

In the afternoon I would go into the forest, find something to take with me, and then return home for dinner. An expensive one with every friend I know invited, and tell them of my soon to be demise.

The second day I would have waffles for breakfast, with strawberries and whipped cream. I would spend the entire day with my family, fishing, and in the evening I would go hunting with my father, tell him I loved him very much, and that unfortunately he will have to experience a sadness which no father should have to, burying his only son.

For dinner I would have steak and mushrooms, with several beer, drinking with my family and father and talking about better times.

On the third day, I would break every barrier ever put in front of me, as most of you have opted for. I would take a delightful cocktail of several drugs and alcohol, and spend my last days in a Hunter S. Thompson sort of way, probably running naked through streets, getting into fights with the semi-conscious waste of humanity I have been forced to wade through up until this point. I would chain smoke, wear no sunscreen, eat anything I wanted, say anything I wanted.

I would steal/buy a 1000cc motorcycle (a far upgrade from my current 250cc) and ride it as fast as it would go everywhere I went. If cops chased me I would just make a runner. Wouldnt really matter if I crash, but I would leave this till the last evening just incase.

When the time finally came, with my sense of humor being what it is, I would try to make the act as awesome and hilarious as possible. One way could be to start having a bit of the ol in-out in-out and then just die mid way thro, but thats not nearly hilarious enough for my tastes, but alas I cant think of anything better at present. Im sure the cocktail of drugs and alcohol would give me a better idea, so Ill leave that in the air.

[Shalot]

For my three days I would do my best to find peace and give peace to those around me, as I do now. But obviously I would have to speed things up a bit.

The first morning I would wake up, have a big breakfast of eggs, piles of bacon, a glass of cold milk, hashbrowns, and bake'n'powder bisquits the way dad used to make.

I would spend my first morning by the ocean, I love the sea and I love beachcombing, I would find at least one thing from there, and take it will me for the next three days, a rock or a dried seahorse maybe.

I would have lobster for lunch by the ocean, with natural oysters and lemon and a corona to chase it.

In the afternoon I would go into the forest, find something to take with me, and then return home for dinner. An expensive one with every friend I know invited, and tell them of my soon to be demise.

The second day I would have waffles for breakfast, with strawberries and whipped cream. I would spend the entire day with my family, fishing, and in the evening I would go hunting with my father, tell him I loved him very much, and that unfortunately he will have to experience a sadness which no father should have to, burying his only son.

For dinner I would have steak and mushrooms, with several beer, drinking with my family and father and talking about better times.

On the third day, I would break every barrier ever put in front of me, as most of you have opted for. I would take a delightful cocktail of several drugs and alcohol, and spend my last days in a Hunter S. Thompson sort of way, probably running naked through streets, getting into fights with the semi-conscious waste of humanity I have been forced to wade through up until this point. I would chain smoke, wear no sunscreen, eat anything I wanted, say anything I wanted.

I would steal/buy a 1000cc motorcycle (a far upgrade from my current 250cc) and ride it as fast as it would go everywhere I went. If cops chased me I would just make a runner. Wouldnt really matter if I crash, but I would leave this till the last evening just incase.

When the time finally came, with my sense of humor being what it is, I would try to make the act as awesome and hilarious as possible. One way could be to start having a bit of the ol in-out in-out and then just die mid way thro, but thats not nearly hilarious enough for my tastes, but alas I cant think of anything better at present. Im sure the cocktail of drugs and alcohol would give me a better idea, so Ill leave that in the air.

sounds good

[JuniperWoolf]

Alright. First of all, I wouldn't tell my family because I wouldn't want to see them sad or panicky (they can be sad after I die, I don't want to waste time on that). I'd wake up on day one and spend the morning writing letters to every single one of my friends and family explaining in detail exactly what they mean to me and what of mine they can have (David gets my witch stuff, little brother gets my books, momma gets my Royal Dolton, Steve-O gets my video games, etc.). I'd put the letters in the middle of my bed. Then I'd go through my room and toss the... *ahem*... things that I don't want my family to see.

I'd tell David and my friends that I'm going to die. I have a lot of money in scholarships and bursaries, so I'd set aside a bit of it for my dad and then pack my buddies in my car and bring them to GP where we would then hop on a plane and fly to Van. I'd have to send money to Rosie and Steve in Edmonton, Alex in Manitoba and Adam in Australia. You guys can meet us there. We'd spend the rest of that day and the next doing loud, fun, messy things. I'd probably do a lot of eating, drinking, dancing and mating. Like Nax, I'd buy myself a bike because I've always wanted one and I'd beat the **** out of it. I'd have to take off by myself for a bit and spend some time with the redwoods and the ocean. I'd come home to GC after day two.

Back in GC, I'd visit each of my family houses (I have three) but I still wouldn't tell them anything. That would take about eight hours I'd say. I might write a quick farewell here to tell everyone that I'm dead, then I'd collect my Swamp Things and a pack of smokes (why not?) and head into Wilmore. I'd walk for about four hours and then I'd try to find a nice place where it's unlikely that anyone would find my body. I'd read my comics and then die.

[soundofmusic]

Lovely idea, Juniper.
My husbands grandmother wrote letters and prepared boxes for each of us sometime before her death and placed them in the attic. We were totally unaware of this: When she died, I opened a box with a letter that thanked me for being a good wife to her grandson; she left me a special edition of 'Gone with the Wind, two dresden candle holders and the family silver...she said she knew of all the children, I would appreciate them most.

[Helga]

I don't know what I would do.... I don't think I'm that original to do anything cool or smart....

it would depend on my age too, if I'd find out today I had 3 days I'd probably cry 'till I got no tears left and hug my boy and my dogs then cry some more...

if it were 50 years from now I'd probably think about everything I didn't do cause I thought I'd have enough time maybe do a part of it.....

anyway, I guess I wouldn't do anything wise or memorable, but I like all your ideas

[Delta40]

write an entertaining eulogy

tend to who gets what

I would have a party with all my favourite foods on the third day so I'm guaranteed not to wake with a hangover and have a mess to clean up

[Maryd.]

...party with all my favourite foods on the third day so I'm guaranteed not to wake with a hangover and have a mess to clean up

Party at Delta's!!!!!

I'm in.

[soundofmusic]

write an entertaining eulogy

tend to who gets what

I would have a party with all my favourite foods on the third day so I'm guaranteed not to wake with a hangover and have a mess to clean up

Okay, that's the way to go...Do you plan to attend your wake?

[The Comedian]

Day 1: Atonement
I'd make a list of everyone I felt that I'd wrongs and what I did. Then I'd call, email, write, etc. . .all of them to say "I'm sorry".

Day 2: The Relish of Routine
I'd spend a normal day with my family: up early, run, breakfast, dishes, work, swim lessons, play, dinner, play, time with my wife, reading, sleep.

Day 3: Solitaire
I've always admired the women in stories who set out (perhaps with company, perhaps alone) to give birth; likewise the men who, when their time to die approached, set out to the woods or fields or waters to die alone. I admire the independence and humility of spirit it takes in each case to address the most important moments in life alone, confronted with nature, God, or nothingness (whatever your fancy be here).

So, day three would be solitaire: The Comedian and his walking stick setting out for the sunset.