Week 14

I don't like thinking about my last words. As cool as it sounds sometimes it really is an awful thought to think about dying. I am one of those guys that would enjoy dying in his sleep. That way nobody sees you kick the bucket and it is not as sad for others to actually see someone die. By dying in my sleep, I will have no words to mutter as I pass into the after life. Sleeping is very peaceful to me, and so I believe that dying in my sleep would be a pretty relaxed way to go. This way I don't have to endure the pain and suffering of being awake and trying to decide on what the heck I am going to say as my last words. If you think about this, it is quite an ordeal. In about two minutes or less you have to come up with an inspirational speech to those that love and care for you. This idea frustrates me and I almost feel that I need to write a paper on it so I can have drafts to revise and edit, just so I can say the right thing. If I knew my time was up I guess I would write a letter to friends and family expressing my gratitude for them and all of the good times we had. Actually on second thought, I believe this to be too mushy and it would also take a lot of time and effort to compile a memoir of sorts. If I knew my time was up, the absolute last thing I would be doing is spending my time writing some dang letter. I would be out in the world living it up! I would be golfing, fishing, and enjoying others' company. Forget a letter with my last words, I will just make a nice little Facebook post that says something along the lines of, "Hey everybody it's been real. But it hasn't been that real. Smell ya later!" or something smirky like that. This seems like a more correct matter in which I would conduct myself while I'm getting ready to depart this worldly state in which we all currently reside.