Your tragic death.

Think of me as sick, twisted, bizarre, whatever. I don't care. There's two ways a person can die:

1) A tragic death
2) Old age

But if you wanted to get specific, there are others. However, if you were to die because of an accident or whatever, how would you want to be like? What would you do? What would be your last words? To who? Why?

Here's mine:

As it was 9 PM, I'm driving back home. It's really dark, and I'm currently in a city. I'm listening to music in my car, but since I'm getting tired of listening to the same crap over and over, I try to change CDs. I'm turn my head downwards trying to pick out a CD, suddenly..

My car crashed onto a pole and somehow spun around multiple times. Note that I'm driving really fast too! Suddenly, my legs are broken. My cellphone, crushed by the impact. I crawl out of my car, reaching for the closest phonebooth. I dial my wife. I call her to tell her how much I love her. I try not to scream or cry because of the pain. She'll ask "Are you okay . . . ? You're acting unusual.", and I'll tell her that nothing is wrong.. nothing is wrong.. at all. As I speak my last words, telling her how much she meant to me, I'll slowly try to climb onto the nearest bench. I'll sit on top of it, crying.. while staring at the night sky, gazing up at the stars. I put my hands onto my crush legs, knowing that I will soon die because I am bleeding uncontrollably. I then have multiple flashbacks of my childhood.. Then I close my eyes.. and pass away.

3) Eating Bacon.

I die a tragic death in order to save everyone else without them even knowing.

Scenario: There are five people in critical condition who each need a different organ transplanted into their body in order to survive. I come in for a regular check up. The doctor tells me that if he kills me, he could use each one of my parts to save the five other people who are currently in the ICU. They will have long lives in the future after this surgery is performed. I say sure. I get cut up and save the five people without them knowing I needed to be sacrificed in the process.

3) Eating Bacon.

Yep.

Well, if I'd have the perfect death...it would probably involve a Sniper rifle, a huge watch tower in the middle of an Al Qaeda base, and at least 200 dead bodies. Oh, and I'm an old man, too.

I'll shoot myself when I can't talk/walk anymore.

Get a pistol. Place in mouth. Get hit by a random car running through my wall.

Me and my friend had a conversation on if there was one way you could die, whether it be silly or real, we came up with 2 really good answers.

1) Die after having hot steamy passionate sex
2) Get dressed up like a tree, and wait for a beaver to come gnaw you in half.

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"There once was a tiger striped cat. This cat died a million deaths, revived and lived a million lives, and he was owned by various people who he didn't really care for. The cat wasn't afraid to die. Then one day the cat became a stray cat, which meant he was free. He met a white female cat, and the two of them spent their days together happily. Well, years passed, and the white cat grew weak and died of old age. The tiger striped cat cried a million times, and then he died too. Except this time, he didn't come back to life," I said calmly as the words came out of my mouth smoothly. There was a strange coolness that pervaded the room, and tall shadows cast themselves from the wall on to the two of us sitting on the couch: me and my wizened, older friend who was a retired cop.

"Yeah. That's a good story."
"I hate that story."
"Huh?"
"I never liked cats, you know that."
"Oh yeah."

The two of us laughed hysterically and found ourselves slapping our knees, as if there wasn't a care in the world and as if it was all normal. Deep dowd behind the facade, we knew that things were less than okay.
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"I'm not going there to die. I'm going to see if I am really alive. I have to do it *insert name of woman in my life later*" I then walked away.

She shot a few bullets into the ceiling, and her knees took her down to the ground as I walked away and hopped aboard on to my trusty ride and set off into the night sky. My friend just watched me as he wiped the windows with a cloth, and then no more.

Days of my days long past appeared before me. I remember the first time I saw *insert name of dead love from the past* and our shortlived and tragic relationship and the days of my former partner in the syndicate. These memories are all dead now. My eyes became firm as I set towards my destination: the syndicate headquarters. I knew I was making my way to my own death, but my eyes didn't want to yield to the face of death.
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As I was bombarded by a shower of bullets, I rushed into the elevator, released a few shots, and took it up to the next floor. With each second getting closer until I would arrive to the next floor, I let my heartbeat catch up with me. There was no time to calm down, I have to keep moving; I thought to myself. I held closely to the metallic grip of my cold, black steel pistol; awaiting for the members of the Red Dragon Syndicate to catch me. As the doors slowly opened, I pulled the safety pin from the hand grenade and with a swift, but gentle toss towards the outside. The sound of shattering glass could be heard everywhere as the grenade went off with a burst that could be seen in the night. My feet just moved mechanically onwards; always moving forward until I'd there. Bullets whizzed and flied as I ran and ran onward. Suddenly, two armed gunmen from the syndicate walked in through the corridor and opened fire. I was shot in the shoulder, but that didn't stop me just yet. I pulled up the trigger, and both of them were done quickly. The elevator beeped. I turned around with gun firmly in hand when I realized who I was pointing my gun at as well as him realizing who he was pointing his gun at.

"SHIN!"
Shin moved to the side, and shot a syndicate peon. We looked out for each other as we went back to back.

"Where's *insert the name of my nemesis here?"
"On the top floor, this way!"

We ran down the long dark black corridor as I planted a bomb against the wall. Two men in pursuit of me from behind had easily an into the trap, and as I ran, smoke and flames from the explosion followed from behind.

Shin waited for the elevator, when all of a sudden, one of the syndicate members sighted him. "SHIN!" I managed to get the shot in, as he collapsed to the floor; but he didn't die without shooting Shin. "Shin!" "*insert name of my nemesis*" has got to be stopped. I...was...waiting..for.you...to..come and take over," Shin said in pain as he took his final breaths, and then he was no more. I gritted my teeth for a second, and then ran on. I took the elevator up, and I knew I was almost there. As I walked through the door, I tossed a grenade. As the smoke settled, *insert name of my nemesis* emerged.

"So you're finally awake. I told you before, Smooth Criminal. I'm the only one who can kill you and set you free."
"Those words apply to you as well, *insert name of my nemesis*. Either way, it's going to end here."

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"*insert the name of my dead love* is dead. Let's finish it now."
"As you wish."

With a nimble kick, he returned my pistol as I simultaneously kicked his sword toward him. He grabbed the sword with his eyes frenzied and ready to go in for the kill. He went in for a slash, but before he could finish: I shot him with a single pistol shot, and then he was no more; with his frenzied eyes still with him as he collapsed upon his death. I saw her face once more in the time I held her as she slowly faded away.

"It's all a dream"
"Yeah, just a bad dream"

The sun was beginning to come over the sky, and as I looked down, the men of the syndicate looked on in awe and shock of my victory. As the light began to come down on me: now exhausted and weary, I managed to raise my hand up slowly, but firmly as I coiled my fingers as if I were pointing a gun.

"Bang."

Finally fulfilled, my arm feel down quickly and my body fell down along with it onto the stairs, as my eyes began to slowly embrace the dark. The light began to set on me as my vision slowly began to fade away. I'm going to carry that weight.

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I can't write very well, nor can write action very well. I really didn't do justice to this amazing scene with how crappy my writing is.