Fact: we’re all going to die one day. I’ve always thought it would be neat to die on my birthday. Well not really neat, but at least tidy. What can I say? I like circles, even numbers, and no loose ends. It would be only one day for people to remember.
Jerimiah and I hope to die together, so I’m not sure how this would affect things. Then again, maybe he doesn’t care much about going out on his own birthday, so mine is fair game.
The only problem is, he wants us to both go out in a plane crash. That is simply way too much time to think about the fact that we’d soon be reduced to human pancakes. Hasn’t he seen The Notebook? What’s so wrong with holding hands and falling asleep together?
Actually, my preferred method for our demise is drive-by shooting. With the same bullet that curves through the air, like something out of the movie Wanted. We’d be the collateral damage, of course. But at least we’d meet our end while being together. We probably wouldn’t even see it coming. We could also save the life of the intended victim. I’d say it’s a win all the way around.
So maybe on my 98th birthday, we’ll avoid the airport and instead, my 99 year-old-husband and I will enjoy a picnic lunch in the worst part of town.
How would you like to go out?
Posted in Did I Say That Outloud?, Inner Monologue and tagged don't want to be featured on Spike's 1000 Ways to Die, dying on my birthday, how I'd like to go out, I don't like loose ends. on November 27, 2012.