I think I may have a difficult time getting someone to go to the park with me now….
Death seems to be a common theme these days. I just listened to a podcast about a perfect death. What is the perfect way to go?
I know this much is true. I don’t want to be taken. I don’t want to be walking down the street and suddenly I am taken.
I am taken, blindfolded, gagged and thrown in a van. Then drove in this van for hours and miles to a secret location. The location, most likely, would be three blocks from my house. The takers would like me to believe it is hundreds of miles away from civilization.
Then suddenly I would be taken out of the van and thrown into a dark room and tied to a chair. The takers would start asking me ridiculous questions in an indetermined foreign language. I know they are questions, because they keep yelling this one word over and over. I think it could be, “why” or “who”
Anyway, they don’t like my crying or my yelling (they took the gag out of my mouth). So they begin to cut off my toes, one by one. I only have ten toes and they cut very quickly so by then I am in a helluva lot of pain. They leave me to bleed to death.
Yup, I can definitely say this is not my idea of a perfect death.
In my final moments, I don’t want to be overcome with pain and agony. Our lives are filled with enough of these emotions. I want my death to be instant, without knowledge and the moment before it – full of happiness.