You have 24 hours to live...

Ms. Wes C.addle

... what would you do?

Hypothetically, if you knew it would be your last day around, how would you spend the last moments here on earth? With whom, where, doing what? Your last meal?



I had 3 clients this week that told me they have terminal cancer, two are not/can't receive treament... Got me thinking.

stardust1976

I would tell my parents that I loved them, and that I was proud to be their daughter. I would tell my children that they made my life worth living, and that I loved them more than I loved life itself, and that I was more proud of them than anything else in my entire life. I would tell a certain someone else that I still thought I was the luckiest girl in the world to have met him, and that he made me happy.

Then I would take my kids to the park, or the beach, I would play with them and my dogs, I would make a meal together, something that we all made and shared together, and just enjoy their company. I would also write a letter to each of my children telling them that they could be anything they want, and reminding them to live life. I would spend every second of that day making them smile so that the last memory they had of me was happiness.

It's a sad subject to think about though, and I hope it never comes to that. And for the record - aside from my parents knowing I am proud to be their daughter, everything else....well, I tell my children every day everything I have said here, and I try to make sure others know it as well. You never know when you'll get hit by a bus, so don't wait to tell someone you love them is my philosophy.

iamica

It would be sad if I only had one day left to live, because I've always wanted to travel but have never had the money...I would say "travel overseas", but I'd want to say goodbye to everyone.
I'd probably make a ton of phone calls/send a ton of e-mails/write a bunch of letters to people. Spend the whole day with my husband, go and visit my parents/brother, try to square things away as much as possible, make sure my finances are in order. It would mostly just be talking to people, I think.

Ms. Wes C.addle

I would eat cookie dough that I used to steal while my mom was rolling out cut-out cookies at christmas time.

I would gather all of my favorite people at my favorite place, Devil's Lake, and have an old-school bon fire.
I would have numerous kegs of Corona and drink out of red solo cups- because I'm classy... Sit and laugh and remember all the great times that I shared with all the wonderful people in my life.

Feel the sand between my toes one last time. Feel the sun on my skin. Taste the rain. Feel the butterflies.

I would smoke a lot and then skydive without a parachute

EDIT- I forgot... I would also fuck John Stamos and hang Chad Kroeger with his black leather pants...

81

Hookers and blow

klusterfuk

81 wrote:

Hookers and blow

+1

Ms. Wes C.addle

81 wrote:

Hookers and blow

in which order?

Hairy Dane

Fly (back) to Florence, order a few cups of (heavenly) espresso, smoke my cigarettes and let it all sink in, pass by and that'd be it! Surrounded by who ever wanted to join me on my last day, don't want to pressure anyone. Promised myself that I would die in Florence.

I forgot... I would also fuck John Stamos and hang Chad Kroeger with his black leather pants... and this!

Edit: Last meal would be my mum's meatballs (frikadeller) washed down with a cold Carlsberg.

Loulou

I'd give my little girl Dahlia and my husband the biggest snuggles and I would probably take them over to England to see the rest of my family. I would let my dogs have the fillet steak in the fridge and give my cat the Barramundi (that's fish just in case your wondering). Actually, I take that back, my cat's a bastard and he doesn't deserve it!

whispering hands

I would steal a horse and spend my last 24 hours on horseback.. and my family would understand, shit, they'd expect nothing less from me.. they know that horses are in my blood, and I require interaction with them to survive... They'd wave goodbye and wonder where I'd end up by the end of my 24 hours. And then someone would find my body in the woods somewhere, maybe not for years.. just the way i want to go out..hopefully the horse would just go back home.. So in advance.. if your horse comes up missing, I've probably only got 24 hours to live, and I'm sorry. (jk) But I am truly serious about how I'd spend my last hours. Last meal, trail mix, beef jerky, and beer just like when I was young!!

Ms. Wes C.addle

Hairy Dane wrote:

Fly (back) to Florence, order a few cups of (heavenly) espresso, smoke my cigarettes and let it all sink in, pass by and that'd be it! Surrounded by who ever wanted to join me on my last day, don't want to pressure anyone. Promised myself that I would die in Florence.

I forgot... I would also fuck John Stamos and hang Chad Kroeger with his black leather pants... and this!Edit: Last meal would be my mum's meatballs (frikadeller) washed down with a cold Carlsberg.

Wait a second- you wanna jump him, too?? You just became my new best friend!

81

ms. wes c.addle wrote:

81 wrote:

Hookers and blow

in which order?

Just pick one and rotate every 30 minutes or so

chadwick

go to the forest, sit under the trees
have a picnic and write
smoke a little grass
enjoy a glass of water of 12
family and friends

Ms. Wes C.addle

chadwick wrote:

go to the forest, sit under the trees
have a picnic and write
smoke a little grass
enjoy a glass of water of 12
family and friends

Chad- by 'sit under the trees' you mean make love to them, right??? We all know that'd be the case...

whispering hands

LMAO@ the making love to the trees comment.. sorry but my name is Tree and that's too coincidentally funny!!!

chadwick

ms. wes c.addle wrote:

chadwick wrote:

go to the forest, sit under the trees
have a picnic and write
smoke a little grass
enjoy a glass of water of 12
family and friends

Chad- by 'sit under the trees' you mean make love to them, right??? We all know that'd be the case...

um
putting my manhood inside a tree is probably not a good idea
i hear squirrels and peacocks live in trees
im cool with love making with women vs' tall big wood

and yes touch the trees

patrickredeyes

rob a bank

youngster

Strap a bomb to my chest and run into a Westboro Baptist Church protest.

81

youngster wrote:

Strap a bomb to my chest and run into a Westboro Baptist Church protest.

well played

BinauralJam

youngster wrote:

Strap a bomb to my chest and run into a Westboro Baptist Church protest.

Nice!

dcfaithful

I'd calmly walk into my boss's office...

Say, "Hey, I have a secret for you...come in close...no, just a bit closer, it's really secret...*deep breath*..FUCK YOU!"

...I'd then steal some toilet paper and leave the scene.