Friday, June 20, 2008

Dieing

When you sit down and think about it, it's not really dieing that you have to be afraid of... I mean once your dead, thats it your dead and whatever deity of your believe system takes over. It's the living that really scares the shit out of me.

1 comment:

Aunt Bea said...

Aaaaaaa-men.
I'm not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of hurting. My doc says I am allergic to pain. MY perfect death would be instantaneous. I.E., I'd rather go peacefully in my sleep like my grandfather, not screaming in terror and pain like the passengers in his car. Dad would never build us a bomb shelter in the 50's - he said that if we were ever under nuclear attack, the best place to be would be outside the gate of a Polaris Missile base. If people are running then, it is usually too late.