How do you want to die?

I'd wrather not go like the wicker man thats for darn sure. One'd be better off hangin on a cross IMO.

The only other way, would be the way my friend 'Saucy Cyril'
would like to bite the big one.

He once commented, as he regouted his pool, that if he could
choose a way to 'pop his clogs' it would be to save mankind from
total extinction by fixing a major problem on one of the many
nuclear launch-platforms in space.

As his air was dwindling, he would hurry to power down the
facility and turn off the launch codes.
Ground Control would related the information to him through
his headphones, sweat would shine on his upper lip and somewhere,
a girl would call out his name and say it's not fair.

Cyril, who wore just his denim overalls to succeed his pool task, would marvel at the splendour of the surrounding galaxies and he assured
me, as he wiped his grout-covered hands on the bib of his attire, he
would smile knowing he'd done his duty.

I asked him whether the idea of dying from oxygen starvation and
severe cold would hinder his happy thoughts.
With the last of the days sun shining on his muscular arms, he whispered
"I know there's really air up there... it's all a con"

He went on to inform me that he was no longer taking his medication.
But it's just a view I thought I'd share with you.
The grouting is all finished by the way.

I would like to pull the rip chord and suddenly realise I'm naked.

I wouldn't mind something fast and dramatic! - You know, something that will take a week to clean up.

If I die in bed then I have either failed of scored big time...

Gravity should play a part in my death I feel - orbital skydive, yep I want to be fired suborbital and then plummet back to Earth to the rapturous applause of my adoring public - who will witness me face plant into the ground at some lethal rate... Sign me up one orbital skydive please...

Ohh! I wonder if you'd burn up when entering the earths atmosphere?

Cornell, the guy who washes the cars at the bottom
of the highway, you know?... near the Gas station...
Well, he reckons the best way to go would be tied to
the front of a runaway locomotive.

Not those smelly deisel ones, but a steam loco with
a huge grinning cow-catcher on the front.

He reckons with the hemp cutting into your wrists,
the stink of steam and hot oil and the 'thud-thud'
of the pistons... your endorphins would be strong
enough to light a cigarette!

Has the hairs on the back of your neck stand erect
with the whistle screaming into your ears, you start to
see the faint outline on the horizon... it looks like there's
something on the track ahead.

Then you realise... it's another loco, it's oncoming speed
is incredible and on the front, tied and gagged, is the girl
(or boy!) you never got to date at high school!

Cornell stopped at that point and turned away, his chamois
cleaning cloth dangling in his hand. I neared him and saw the
tears in his eyes.
"It's how I would like to meet Sonya again" he hitched and blew
his nose with the big damp cloth.
Then under his breath, I heard him whisper"... bitch"

Then he was back finishing off a bright red camaro with alloy wheel
trims.
I don't recall him ever being in a state like that, except when he
and 'Saucy Cyril' went on a drinking binge just before Easter 96.

There was something else, but it's gone now... oh well.


[edit on 14-2-2010 by A boy in a dress]