Author Topic: Once we die...  (Read 7696 times)

 What type of death would you want? Where? How would it be acted out? What kind of music do you want playing there? Who would come?

 These questions interest me because this is the way you say goodbye. No one wants to be crammed into a hole three feet deep with hundreds of other bodies.. Er, Black Death....

Anyways, the way I want to go is like this:

 When I die I would want to be sent out into space. My body preserved for ever like I died yesterday, the cold and the lack of air will do the trick. I always wanted to see the cosmos, but no one will get to  during these times, or their lives. Maybe some aliens will find my million year old body and place it in a museum somehow without Oxygen or any other gas touching my body and turning it into powder.

Post yours :D



quick and painless.

and without knowing

Burn me.
 :cookieMonster:



Ok lol, your mama so fat that when she put on a yellow bathing suit and jumped into a pool, everyone yelled "The sun is falling!"

Jk lol, in India they throw your ashes into the river D:


I expected a "Do we go to heaven" Thread.

quick and painless.


Jk lol, in India they throw your ashes into the river D:

Sort of hypocritical, huh? "Let's burn you, then throw you in water!"

Truthfully, I wouldn't mind going down in the middle of a great battle, as long as my body count was over 50.

I'd prefer to survive, though.

I expected a "Do we go to heaven" Thread.


No one knows, we just need to believe.

Going to enlist in the Army, going to be a machine gunner on top of a Humvee, .50 cal gunner, and I can't wait until the day that I leave my guard down for just a split second when a al-qaeda sniper sends a 7.62mm bullet down range from his Dragonov SVD russian rifle, and that bullet penetrates my Kevlar-lined helmet, and I'll be happily flying back to the states in a AC-130 cargo plane in a body bag with half my head missing.

Going to enlist in the Army, going to be a machine gunner on top of a Humvee, .50 cal gunner, and I can't wait until the day that I leave my guard down for just a split second when a al-qaeda sniper sends a 7.62mm bullet down range from his Dragonov SVD russian rifle, and that bullet penetrates my Kevlar-lined helmet, and I'll be happily flying back to the states in a body bag with half my head missing.

Wat.

You have strange goals, amigo.

Sort of hypocritical, huh? "Let's burn you, then throw you in water!"

Truthfully, I wouldn't mind going down in the middle of a great battle, as long as my body count was over 50.

I'd prefer to survive, though.


Me too, I always wanted to be a space marine. Be shot 50 times and still be firing my gun.
   
     Be all like, "forget you space Mexicans!"
« Last Edit: November 28, 2009, 09:15:28 PM by Riot »

Me too, I always wanted to be a space marine. Be shot 50 times and still be firing my gun.

No, I wanted to shoot 50 guys first, not be shot by 50 guns.

XD