Simple, dark question about your own mortality. My great grandma is 96, and I guarantee she wouldn't have told you dementia and slow breakdown of the human body. Nor would anybody say "cancer" or "young age." I'm reminded of a scene from Naked Gun:
Ed: That's no way for a man to die.
Frank Drebin: No... you're right, Ed. A parachute not opening... that's a way to die. Getting caught in the gears of a combine... having your nuts bit off by a Laplander, that's the way I wanna go!
There's also the Socrates method of graceful suicide as a middle finger to the suppression of knowledge.
Though there's also the Klingon perspective of dying in glorious battle... but I'd need somebody to also write a song about it.
I think my real answer is that I'd like to go charging my enemies in open field battle with nothing but a samurai sword... though I don't have any said enemies to speak of... and I'd want to be 90-100 years old.
Or I could just live forever.
Ed: That's no way for a man to die.
Frank Drebin: No... you're right, Ed. A parachute not opening... that's a way to die. Getting caught in the gears of a combine... having your nuts bit off by a Laplander, that's the way I wanna go!
There's also the Socrates method of graceful suicide as a middle finger to the suppression of knowledge.
Though there's also the Klingon perspective of dying in glorious battle... but I'd need somebody to also write a song about it.
I think my real answer is that I'd like to go charging my enemies in open field battle with nothing but a samurai sword... though I don't have any said enemies to speak of... and I'd want to be 90-100 years old.
Or I could just live forever.
to you.
to the boy who is into 100-year olds.
