This evening I'm in Charleston SC. I love this place more than any other place on earth. I'm originally from SC, went to med school here in Charleston, but have not lived in SC for 21 years. I still FEEL like I'm a South Carolinian. I hope that I'm fortunate enough to die in Charleston. I love this town so. I have willed my ashes to be spread in the estuaries near Seabrook Island(where this house is). I love the smell of the marsh, I love seeing the dolphins. I love kayaking in the marsh. I love the shrimp and the crab cakes. I love hearing the Gullah and Gechie in the stores and market. I feel fortunate to feel so connected to a place (where I have not live for over 20 years!). I feel a soulfulness in this town. A connection to my father (who was orphaned and worked in the shipyards here at age 16, fending for himself). I feel a calmness here that cannot be explained. Do you have a place that you love so much that you hope to DIE there?
I was going to joke around and say inbetween a hot girls legs. But then I realized its a serious subject. I love the Caribbean, I think passing away on my OWN island in the Caribbean would be best.
Yeah, falling over the rail in a drunk stupor during the Auburn-Alabama game might put a mite of a damper on the festivies for yer buds. Addendum: Go War Eagle! Did I mention I have a bro that's a professor at Auburn???
i don't think i'd want to die any place i love... Rather, i wouldn't mind dying some place i dislike, or even despise, just to cause problems...
As bad as my seats are, falling over the rail puts me in the endzone. At least my last moments would be on national television. The whole country (at least those that watch ESPN) will know of my death. Damn, leave it to me to have my 15 minutes after I'm dead...
Hmm... Dr Trashy. So tell me again how even thinking about buying a Ferrari makes you start thinking of death and repair bills in the tens of thousands? (Taking a puff on my pipe and settling back into chair.) Perhaps this is something from your childhood, yes? Dr "The doctor is in" Who
Quietly, in my sleep. Unlike my passenger, who will likely be screaming as we careen off the Cote d'Azur corniche.
I must be getting old. Forgot to comment on your addendum. I do remember seeing another post of yours where you indicated he was a Wildlife Biology professor. I had some friends in wildlife biology that were enrolled from '89-93ish. Was he there then?
Hell yeah, He's TENURED s he's totally worthless! He's been there forever. PM if you want a name... NO he's not Dan Speaks!!
Fortunately, the doc is a dark haired male. Unless OJ's been hanging with Jacko, then everyone is fair game.
In a ditch, or against a tree ... may sound creepy, but I wouldn't mind dying in a serious crash. At least I was having fun. Much better IMO than being crazy for the 10-15 years of my life and spending my time in a hospital.
Find me dead sitting in the fighting chair on the back of my 58' Hatteras Yachtfish. Drink in one hand and rod in the other (no pun intended) mario
My 44 year old neighbour died last night at home of heart failure following a seizure. He is survived by his wife and 8 year old daughter. I'm sure he wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else. RIP
Anywhere in my backyard or the creek it's on. Having a tree or a ten ton granite boulder fall on me would be a great way to go! Image Unavailable, Please Login Image Unavailable, Please Login
Going back to the Uro's comment about Charleston, there used to be a wonderful overgrown quite old cemetery there, near the round church, if memory serves- i used to visit every time i went to Charleston. (Remember Restaraunt Million?) Last time i was there, they had cleaned and trimmed it, and it lost its forgotten charm. For a while, i thought i wanted my ashes packed into one of those big German beer steins that sits on a ledge in the old dining room at Luger's, in Brooklyn. Then, i got interested in pere lachaise, which is a wonderful place- highly recommended when dying in Paris. But lately, and it seems that the older i get, the less important dying is, and living becomes.
