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I would get down on my knees in a church and pray to God that he will save my soul. I would do this for a full 24 hours.

Go buy a motercycle.... And ride till I died.

Draw up a quick will, tell my parents and friends I loved them, give my cat to one of my parents, spend last hours on top of Brockway Mountain in the Keweenaw Peninsula staring out into Lake Superior. Better than any church, hands down.

I'd run around town,buck naked,and moon everyone I dislike,while cackling wickedly.

I'd go on a police car chase... but only in the last few minutes of my day... would suck to spend the last day of your life in jail.... "But officer, I *swear* I'll be good if you let me out. No more speeding or running from the cops. I only have a little time left!"

I'd kiss everyone I ever had the urge to kiss. I'd smash an SUV or two. I'd listen to the Beatles (the white album) I'd sightread something on my flute that I've never heard before (because i love how the music comes alive the first time) I'd go climb a mountain. Naked. and stand on the top and yell into the wind, and when i was tired of yelling i would just sit and look at the stars.

but if it wasn't summer i probably would skip the naked part.

Hmm. Naked could still be painful. At least wear hiking boots... comfy ones. Would suck to have a blister on your last day alive.

well, maybe i could strip at the top of the mountain...

i would... *not go to work. *kiss all the people i've wanted to kiss for ages. *have a one-night stand (hey, i mean, it wouldn't go on any longer than that) or just sleep with someone i trust. *jam with some funky music friends on my flute. *i'd walk to the center of the i-5 bridge over the columbia river, strip and dive into the river.

the lewis and clark bridge would be just as good, if not better. i think i'd go on a diet. quit drinking. start saving money. get a new job doing something interesting. stuff like that.

It wouldn't matter.....anything I really wanted to do, somebody wouldn't let me do it. I hate life. Can ya tell?

if i had 24 hours to live and someone wouldn't let me do what i wanted, i hope i'd have the courage to tell them to fuck off.

in my final 24 hours, i'd liberally exercise the right to tell people to fuck off. i'd also go to the beach, swim naked, make love, write a poem, play guitar, pass out money to street beggars & listen to any music that ever mattered to me. then i'd eat an entire box of krispy kreme donuts, followed by a gallon of peppermint ice cream. then i'd watch the sun set on the beach & hope i lived long enough to watch moonlight dancing on the nighttime waves.

I would hug lots and lots of people. Like hey I'm dying so heres a hug ya bastard. I would go danceing down the street hugging folks and smiling. I would spend lots of time with my family and my friends and my boy friend who has been so good to me. I'd like to die at Mardi Gras. Some body really did that last year she died on a float while throwen beads it sux to die but wow what a happy time and place I wish it was Mardi Gras forever.

i'd go hitchhiking.

Yeah....but if I told them to fuck off....it'd be construed as Rape.

you'd be dead in 24 hours... therefore, they can't really bring charges against you.

I would get beat up

a woman walked up to me and stuck her finger in my chest and said I'M 104 YEARS OLD I'VE LIVED HERE SINCE 1943 I REMEMBER WHEN THAT BUILDING DIDN'T EXIST I REMEMBER WHEN THAT BUILDING WAS A BREWERY I REMEMBER WHEN THE POPE VISITED I REMEMBER and i'm thinking if i make it to 104 i'll say what the fuck and do what she's doing. you can't go to jail for walking up to people and talking to them and if they give me the chair for it and i fry at 118 years then no one will care anyway

no, I would...:(

hi..

I would write a simple will; clean my house and organize it by the itemization in my will, and go to sleep on clean sheets so that everythings would be in order and as simple as possible for those that found me.

oh, Tank Boy!! *sob*

Nothing to Sob about. I'd just rather have everything in order. No sense leaving a big mess for someone else to deal with. It's (hopefully) gonna be hard enough that you're gone. And if it ain't hard on em..maybe the extra time to party will aloow for enough shots that they'll do something stupid and end up in St.peters waiting line sitting next to me feeling like a real dick.

expanding on that thought.. one of the things would be to find and throw out anything you don't want your family/friends to find and remember you for...

And maybe plant a few things to make them wonder.

plant a few things to make them wonder tear their precious views asunder underwear in the ceiling fan? a goat tied up with a naked man. naked pics of arthur, bea. Your son would do that? no not me. I pray to god.. I drink the wine... just not quite at communion time. A drunken lush who's quite perverse... but I'm your kid so it could be worse, I could have had it publicized let Jerry Springer know that I did things that would turn a hooker red. But that don't matter. Now I'm dead. Remember me as your sweet little boy who never picked up all his toys. I said please and thanks, and was always nice. That's who's lying there in his suit and tie. All dressed up for the pearly gates where I'll wait in line and masturbate just to see what St. Peter says. So it could be worse....but I'm already dead.

My self,I would take out a lot of people with a shotgun...