When I die .....
 

When I die, I want to go peacefully in my sleep, like my grandmother did... instead of screaming and yelling like the passengers in her car.

:1rotfl::1rotfl::1rotfl:

HILARIOUS!!! This is going to keep popping into my brain all night. I may not get a good night of sleep, and it will be all your fault. Thank You! Thank You, very much!
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Wow
 

just like your picture (Carlin). Funny, yet disturbing at the same time.

Think I have heard that one somewhere before.

I want to be ground up and added to dog food, the next time you clean something from the bottom of your shoe think of me

Good one!

I've always thought that a "good death" would involve the entire Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders squad and a swimming pool full of lime Jell-O.

Me too.

Pretty sure I've heard that one as "Not like grandpa and his bus full of passengers."

beautiful story. Reminds me of my great Uncles final words "A Truck..."

I had their poster inside my homeroom locker, Originally I had the famous farah fawcett poster, but the administration complained. When they did a locker check the following month I still had the Farah Fawcett poster, however this time there were two strategically placed bandaids. They took the poster and I got two weeks detention.

why die?

On a more serious but potentially useful note: I just bought a book titled "I'm Dead. Now What?" Not morbid at all, but rather a compendium of things to do to enable your heirs or estate to take care of your belongings, business affairs, financial assets, wishes, etc., after you pass. They walk you through all the important stuff like personal info, key contacts, documents, plans to handle pets, how to handle email and social media accounts, last words, etc. I remain in great health and do not expect to pass soon, but when I do I now don't expect to leave a mess for anyone. Perhaps some of our readers would find it useful as well.

Thank you for the laugh.

Once-in-a-lifetime memory…

As a former Minnesotan I was a diehard Vikings fan (not an especially rewarding experience…). Anyway back in 1975 a friend scared up two tickets to the Vikings - Dallas Cowboys playoff game that was to determine the Super Bowl entry from the National Conference. Cold December day in Minnesota, the game held in rickety old Metropolitan Stadium. Anyway, I’m walking into the stadium. There wasn’t much security in those days and all of a sudden I’m surrounded by these really gorgeous, really tall women all dressed the same. Yep. The Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders squad!

Best part of the day, actually. The Vikings lost on the original Hail Mary Pass. 4th and 17 from the 50 yard line, about 17 seconds to go and Staubach connects for a TD pass.

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What NDE (Near Death Experiences) tell or can comfort us
 

If you read one or more of the many books written by people who have had an out of the body near death experience, you will find certain consistencies. One deals with our actual death. They reassure us that though the body may experience pain at death we won't. They also reassure us that we will not be alone.

Well, that kinda burst the laughter outta my balloon...

I guess I am just a cynic , I'll wait to hear from somebody who died last week and returns to tell about it

Hilarious!🤣🤣🤣

There’s gotta be a different thread for this type of post…………

Seems to me if she was feeling tired she shouldn't have been driving.

“Granny,” I said, “you look mighty sleepy to me. Please don’t drive up the mountain tonight.”

But, did she listen to me? Noooo. She and some gals from the quilting club, jumped in her ‘58 Buick and sped off toward Dead Man’s Curve.

Dead Man's Curve... it's no place to play.

Dead Man's Curve... you best keep away.

And let's take a lighthearted, amusing moment and turn it upside down. It saddens me when people with no sense of humor impose their lack of it on others.
Thanks for the laugh, Ecuadog.

Good reason to move to a deserted island. If you are alone you live forever, if you call that living.

My perfect exit, would be at the age of 95, owing a huge amount of money to Bank and Tax collector, and shot to death by my neighbor when caught making love to his 24 year old wife.

95 he and 24 she? Why waste the bullet? Just stand by and watch as your heart explodes before you reach the finish line.