I am scared to death of death. If I knew it was coming, I would probably die of shock!

I would not bother setting the alarm clock thats for sure!

Take all the money out of my accounts, max out my credit cards at the ATM and give it all to the Mrs (I'm insured against the limit should I die - free cash for the family). I'd also take out an online, instant, life policy for gazillions.

I'd take a bottle of Viagra and a bottle of sleeping tablets and screw till I slept. Then die whilst still zonked.

After thinking about it....

Eat lots and lots of fine food, with fine wine and beer ( well Chang anyway )

I would also spend as much time with my wife and our families and as many friends as possible, just having a good time, bit like having the wake before I go...

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Strange nobody has said it yet.

Personally I live everyday like its my last day,thats the only way.

Strange nobody has said it yet.

  Personally I live everyday like its my last day,thats the only way.

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Because it just might be - who knows?

True, but living life without any regard for the possibility that you will be weak and in need of comfort in your old age is rather stupid.

I think life should be lived *mainly* for the moment, but always with some plans and goals for the future, although these might change as time passes.

Live for today as yesterday is history and tomorrow hasnt happened yet

True, but living life without any regard for the possibility that you will be weak and in need of comfort in your old age is rather stupid.

I think life should be lived *mainly* for the moment, but always with some plans and goals for the future, although these might change as time passes.

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Everything in moderation.

I'd be rather bored as a lily in a field, but I suppose I may be missing your point. Could you perhaps clarify it a little bit?

"Don't look forward to the day you stop suffering because when it comes you'll know you're dead"

--Tenessee Williams

Everything in moderation.

I'd be rather bored as a lily in a field, but I suppose I may be missing your point. Could you perhaps clarify it a little bit?

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Well its more JC's than mine - although the Buddha shared his point of view.

It's a point of view I'm often accused of having - I should be so good!

It's a nuance on your point:

The lilies and the birds concentrate on, and live in, the now - by doing so they are beautiful and always have enough until their day's end.

JC is saying if we did the same, there would be no need for trusts, insurance or pensions.

At least, that's the way I interpret it.

Well, I agree in theory, but it's like that game "what if everybody", isn't it?

If everybody refused to take up arms, the world would be at peace.

If everybody refused to join the career rat race and act like self-important squirrels on speed, we would all have enough, because there would be no wealthier person for us to aspire to. Envy is one cause of suffering. You cannot desire the things you have no conception of.

If everybody farted at the exact same time, there would be a minor earthquake (well, it's worth trying anyway).

Attacking the saying about the birds and the lilies from a different angle (I don't know why I do this, maybe because I am too bored to work), could you really say that birds and lilies 'concentrate' on anything? They just are. Not that I know what goes on in the depths of the mechanism that makes the lily grow, but I doubt there is the ability of a conscious mind inside, to feel content... except perhaps that all-encompassing force some like to call God?

Any such force, I guess, should be beyond feeling 'content' or not, since it involves every single thought, feeling and perception experienced by any separate entity in the universe at any given moment in time - positive or negative, all mixed up in a huge intergalactic chaos... or order. God knows.

And I am starting to sound like greenwanderer. Oh horror.

If everybody refused to join the career rat race and act like self-important squirrels on speed, we would all have enough, because there would be no wealthier person for us to aspire to. Envy is one cause of suffering. You cannot desire the things you have no conception of.

Any such force, I guess, should be beyond feeling 'content' or not, since it involves every single thought, feeling and perception experienced by any separate entity in the universe at any given moment in time - positive or negative, all mixed up in a huge intergalactic chaos... or order. God knows.

Perhaps we should initiate an Existentialism thread?

If everybody refused to join the career rat race and act like self-important squirrels on speed, we would all have enough, because there would be no wealthier person for us to aspire to. Envy is one cause of suffering.

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I'd draw the line there. It's not about getting rich or having power, it's about creating wealth to make choices, power to implement those choices to affect others- hopefully in a positive way. Everyone should envy those who work hard, create wealth and give a bit back and ultimately try not to be a burden on others. Call me a capitalist/pragmatist.

For example, America is arguably one of the most pragmatic countries in the world, even tho with Dubya as the mouth and Karl Rove as the puppet master...this is not to be confused with the avg American imho.

Anyways, that's me off the stump- If I had a day to live, I'd try to make Thomas a bit less, er, reflective.... (no offense TM but you seem a little tired?)

Well, I agree in theory, but it's like that game "what if everybody", isn't it?

No not really. I think there are many complex layers to this saying - one of which is a detachment from what others are saying or doing.

I honestly do not think I am bothered about what others achieve, or in fact what their opinion is of me. At least no more than as in a humorous game, based upon the fact that I am convinced that life itself is a bit of a joke.

This lack of material ambition infuriates my wife, especially when I argue my position is based upon a level of maturity she has yet to achieve. This, of course is just teasing, because my position is neither intellectually argued nor been created as a result of my experiences. It is more a natural extension of an inborn laziness, confirmed by a lack of interest in (or lack of satisfaction when having) material things. Being born with opinionated arrogance also helps.

If everybody refused to take up arms, the world would be at peace.

If everybody refused to join the career rat race and act like self-important squirrels on speed, we would all have enough, because there would be no wealthier person for us to aspire to. Envy is one cause of suffering. You cannot desire the things you have no conception of.

If everybody farted at the exact same time, there would be a minor earthquake (well, it's worth trying anyway).

One is enough in our house.

Attacking the saying about the birds and the lilies from a different angle (I don't know why I do this, maybe because I am too bored to work), could you really say that birds and lilies 'concentrate' on anything? They just are. Not that I know what goes on in the depths of the mechanism that makes the lily grow, but I doubt there is the ability of a conscious mind inside, to feel content... except perhaps that all-encompassing force some like to call God?

Inserting the word concentrate was sloppy writing on my part. I was trying to imply that it is us humans who need to concentrate - and then as the Buddhist would argue - detach.

Any such force, I guess, should be beyond feeling 'content' or not, since it involves every single thought, feeling and perception experienced by any separate entity in the universe at any given moment in time - positive or negative, all mixed up in a huge intergalactic chaos... or order. God knows.

Naw - if I understand you correctly - I think the opposite - doing things right - it is enough with just ourselves.

And I am starting to sound like greenwanderer. Oh horror.

You'll be alright, if you don't light those joss sticks.

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Attacking the saying about the birds and the lilies from a different angle (I don't know why I do this, maybe because I am too bored to work), could you really say that birds and lilies 'concentrate' on anything? They just are. Not that I know what goes on in the depths of the mechanism that makes the lily grow, but I doubt there is the ability of a conscious mind inside, to feel content... except perhaps that all-encompassing force some like to call God?

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I'd take issue with anybody who says that birds don't concentrate. You should have seen my old Moluccan daintily peel and de-seed grapes before eating them.

I wouldn't post here.

It seems I would be the only one who wouldn't want to spend time with friends and family - I would rather be alone in such a situation. The one thing I would do first is write a will, and then...off to the nearest mountain/river/place of nature and wait/think.

Attacking the saying about the birds and the lilies from a different angle (I don't know why I do this, maybe because I am too bored to work), could you really say that birds and lilies 'concentrate' on anything? They just are. Not that I know what goes on in the depths of the mechanism that makes the lily grow, but I doubt there is the ability of a conscious mind inside, to feel content... except perhaps that all-encompassing force some like to call God?

I'd take issue with anybody who says that birds don't concentrate. You should have seen my old Moluccan daintily peel and de-seed grapes before eating them.

I stand corrected. The lily is a different matter though.

Yes, knew one once and she was the epitome of the blond star of blond jokes. Cognition, let alone concentration were beyond her.

Looks to die for though.

I'd drink a cup or two of Mead...

Gosh it's dusty down there in the archives, but this one is worth dusting the cobwebs off..........

I s'pose, Wining and dining with wimmin and a bit of debauchery to pass the time.

Replace wine with flavoured milk, Bluff oysters, world's best and bring on the babes, all under 25.

Hugh Hefner wish alike........LOL

Gun will be needed, noway will I be incapable of enjoying my last day I was dying, hafta be a 'silverside' death.

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Will now wait for some diagnosis of my supposed sickness........ hahahaha

If I knew I was going to die tomorrow I'd rush around and invent a time machine.

Then I'd go back thirty years and live my life as a drunken, womanising hel_lraiser who don't give a toss about anything.

Just a minute, that would be a repeat.

Nah, save me the effort. I'd just go down the bar/pub and get pissed. At 23:30 I'd grab a few beers and find a remote corner in a foriegn field...........

.............and have a p1ss.

What a trip down memory lane this thread is.

A lot of great, former, and sadly, late posters (and Boon Mee ) expressing their last wishes.

I hope Axel had time to max out those credit cards.

I hope Axel had time to max out those credit cards.

Indeed, I hope he did.

Scampy was quite profound too....... he's got it half right at least, so far.....

I suppose it all depends what my nemesis was going to be and if it would be everyone elses nemesis too - for example China nuking us because their increasing demand for fuel had by 2008 reached a point where it had started WW3.

nothing, I've done it all

For me I should most certainly rule out getting all girly and telling people I loved them. I should dress impeccably, as always, keep a stiff upper lip and go about my business as usual. Possibly the cocktail hour might start a tad earlier and finish a tad later…

I'd open a very special bottle of wine from my 'stock'. One that's been lying down for several years, smoke a very special cigar and fart loudy before bowing out with alacrity and panache!

A country walk over the fields I played in as a boy, followed by hot chocolate by a fire with the family.

( Although I do like Tiggers idea, but you would have to get to the bar early to buy out Alacrity and Panache. In addition I would probably throw in Nud, Alacrity's sister for good measure. )