if you had this last day to live what would you do

Have as much sex and sushi as possible.

hahaa nice.lol
i wudd go skydivin NAKED! xD
lmao!!! jk jk jk
idk, i wudd probably tell
the guy i loveee how i truly
feel for him^//^

I'd do everything I never got to do. which isnt much lol

Say goodbye to everyone I know, have sex, eat a good meal and sleep into death while listening to Pekka Streng (a Finnish folk/prog musician).

-Visit my family
-Write a quick autobiographical poem
-Eat homemade pizza
-Go to church (confession)
-Skydive

OR...

Fly to Israel really early in the morning and visit Jerusalem.

1) Contact family and friends, say goodbye and let them know I love them!
2) Print out last wishes, funneral arrangements, Digital Will for Listal.com, etc so wife can take control of all accounts or close some down.
3) Book eco-funeral so wife doesn't have to
4) Cancel direct debits
5) Spend entire day playing with kids
6) Order in Chinese and Ice Cream
7) Watch Sunset with wife
8) Say a heartfelt sorry for leaving too soon
9) Update online status to read "My time has come, my days are spent, I was called, so away I went!"

But thats all in an ideal world with enough time to prepare!

awwwe 'nonficionguy' that is so sweet:D
if i was maried&&hadd kidds i wud do thee same

Pray 1st, then watch Adv of Robin Hood, Lassie Come Home, Greyfriars Bobby, Terminator 2 in that order while having all my dogs around me. Throw in a Roy Rogers movie if I had time. All the while eating a half gallon of Breyers Butter Pecan ice cream and Ruffles w/ridges and french onion dip. I never allow myself to eat those items.

nothing. what's the point. you won't enjoy it knowing you're going to die. besides, in real life you can die on any day. so why wait to the last day to do the things you want to do?

as for me, i'd probably eat a tv dinner, watch some my name is earl on TV, pointlessly surf the internet, walk my dog, buy something on ebay and go to sleep. the end.

i haven't a clue because i don't think i believe i know where i would want to go from here. this is hard to answer because there's no way i would know that THIS was the day, unless i planned to take my own life. that was the subject of ''a single man.'' i watched it recently. colin firth's character had decided he could go on no longer without his lover of 16 years who had died 6 months before. he did the things he could to prepare. he cleaned out his desk at the college where he was a professor. he had taught his last class. he went home and laid out things that would be needed after. he had already gone and bought ammunition for a gun. he even practiced how he would shoot himself most effectively while making the least mess. he went out late to the bar where he and matthew goode had met those many years ago. someone was there looking for him. they talked and drank. the ending did come that night--but not how he had planned--if i die on a specific day--not from illness or accident, i hope i don't have to make plans before--that isn't something i need to do. i'm not anxious to leave, but i'm not afraid and i don't look for heaven or hell, just no more internet.

this is actually my every years x-mas routine, but it works on all occasions:

dress fancy, listen some frank sinatra and john waters' movie-soundtracks (sing along ofcourse), watch the most beautiful parts of my fav movies, hang out with my cool little nephews and drink a lot of cheap champagne.

i've said it before and i'll say it again, if i find out that i've only got one day to live, i'm gonna die mocking people who deserve it...

i'll be buying a bag of 'fun size' candy and driving down to the nearest kkk meeting. upon arriving, i'll go up to each member and use a voice that a parent might talk to their toddler in and say, "what are you supposed to be? ooooh, scary ghost! here's some candy." go to the next guy, "what are you supposed to be?.....oooh, not too original in this neighborhood are we? have some candy." then go to the next guy, etc. i figure i won't get past two or three people before i'm either murdered or sent to the hospital. but if i'll be dying within hours anyway, i don't really have much to lose.

First I'd steal a nice black tuxedo, some nice leather shoes and a clean white shirt. After that going to the barber shop and get a nice clean haircut. Then I'd have sex in a brothel. Take the Girl out for a nice dinner and afterwards go with her to a cinema and watch some sick/beautiful movie (enterthevoid, ichithekiller, Amelie, Oldboy) in a nice old and little cinema but before really getting wasted from alcohol and some other stuff. Finally killing myself :D

hope thats not too disturbing :D

I would try to take as many as I possibly can with me...


No, but seriously, I think it's hard to try and guess what you actually would do if you knew it was the end. I guess saying goodbye to people I care for is one thing, but the rest is kinda hard to imagine. I reckon that if you spend to much time with your family at the end, it will only be harder when the time comes. So I would propably stay for myself, and think of what a wonderfull time I've had.

I'd spend it making my bucket list.

I would go to Insurance Company and insure myself for a hefty amount so that my family will have enough money after my departure.

I'd wake up around 7:30 am and put on The Beatles' Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, side two, the track A Day In The Life. There's that part that goes "woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head", it always makes me feel good in the morning.

Then I'd get out of bed and fix breakfast for my pets. Then I'd sit down to write down instructions for my family. I'd let them know what paintings and notebooks they should burn, what to keep, what to sell.

Then, if I had money, I'd go over to the airport and fly over to London and spend the day there but since I'm a penniless little bastard, I'd probably take the next train to my parents house and I'd take my computer with me. On my way there I'd buy a bunch of things I'd love to eat; sushi and potatoes. Salmon? Yeah. Just a bit of that. Or if my grandmother was around, I'd ask her to prepare me something special.

Then I'd go to my parents house, talk to my silly messed up dad, my devoted mother, my genius sisters and my awesome kid brother. I'd tell them how much they mean to me and how fantastic they are and how they should believe in themselves when I'm gone/not around to sort out their problems anymore.

I'd probably hang out with them for a while and listen to some good music from my mom's record collection. All the Syd Barrett & T. Rex stuff that I grew up listening to.

Around 6 pm I'd make four phone calls. One to my best friend who lives in London, one to my only cool cousin, one to a lady who has saved my life a number of times and one to my godfather who knows me better than my bio dad does.

Then I'd kiss my family goodbye, take the tube back home, take my clothes off, paint my eyes, put on my favorite shoes and wrap my body in some silk or velvet, light up a cigarette, put on Nirvana's Unplugged album and listen to it all the way through. Then I'd take the lift up to the roof terrace, sit there for a while and write down + draw whatever the heck my mind would produce at such a time.

Then I'd have some three to four hours left to sit in my precious room, surrounded by all the books and films and music that I'd managed to amass around me during these 27 bizarre years. I'd hold my favorite piggy (Iggy) in my arms and I'd grin from ear to ear. I'd probably have a glass of whisky handy. And I'd burn incense.

At 11:30 pm I'd call up my mother and ask her to take a cab and to come over. She could climb into my bed and hold me. Then I'd die in her arms, not afraid.

ps. I love nonfictionguy's entry in this topic

have tons of sex and shoot people who piss me off or have done me wrong.

I can't be too certain about all the things I'd do, but here's a little guesstimate...

I'd lengthen my prayer routine to both start and end off my day right. Inbetween I'd write out a note explaining to everyone I know (including on Listal!) how I hope they won't mourn for me, as I'll be in a better place. I'd spend my spare time (when not at school, whether or not it ends up being a class day) with my mom and a couple friends, seeing a movie either in theaters or at home. I'd eat lots of my favorite foods and drink lots of my favorite drinks while doing so. I'd do lots of drawing in my sketch pad, and if I like any of the sketches I'll draw them on computer paper, as I usually do when I like my sketches. It's my theory that when they say your good works survive, this includes your artworks (in memory at least).

Ultimately, I imagine I'd be very much at peace. Probably this is partly because I've had my struggles and would welcome any sort of change.