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Here Lies Lester Moore…
Four slugs from a .44
NO LES NO MORE

Death.. natures way of telling you to slow down

Reddit asks the question. Here are some of the answers:

In my sleep when I’m 90. Least preferred – Cancer, or stroke that leaves me barely functional.
“With a belly full of wine and a whores mouth around my c**k”. — Tyrion Lannister
Old age. Least preferred: Stuck in a small container, arms by my side, unable to move them around, unable to bend knees. With enough air and water to die of starvation.
never. make me eternal. least preferred – infection from rectal tearing due to donkey rape. i mean, that’s gotta be the worst, right?
with a rope tied around my ankle and a shorter length of thin wire around my neck, both secured to the top of the building. also, my hand will be superglued to the top of my head…. in an opportune place (with lots of people) i jump. the thin wire catches first and the force cuts my head off, and then the ankle rope catches and my headless body dangles from the building with my severed head still palmed in my hand. all people will see is a headless body with the head still held in the hand. [WTF!!!!!]
Fighting. Least preferred: Drowning
I would like to jump out of a plane over a second- or third-tier sporting event. As I fall, I will disrobe, and take out a gun. When properly over, say, the college world series, I will release myself from my parachute, and shoot myself in the head (just to be sure). I will then be the naked guy who fell out of the sky on live television. Least preferred: I don’t want to get mauled to death by an animal.
preferred- shot by a jealous wife, while i am in bed with her hot husband, in my nineties.
While I had often said that I wanted to die in bed, what I really meant was that in my old age I wanted to be stepped on by an elephant while making love. -Roger Zelazny
Preferred – Plane Crash. Least Preferred – Road Accident.
I don’t want to die in my sleep. I only get one death, and I don’t want to miss it. I want feel every inch of death bearing down on me. I want to absolutely taste the end. It’s the last thing I’ll experience, and I’ll be damned if it won’t be one hell of an experience.
Full-speed motorcycle crash into a roaring bear standing on it’s hind legs. Bear is yelling at me as I crash my motorcycle into his chest and we embrace death as glass shatters in the air in slo motion and in the end we are equals. We close our eyes at the same time on the asphalt. I think about my past life in Kansas and he thinks about his past life in the forest hunting elk.

Me: I’d like to die like my grandfather the bus driver.. Peacefully in my sleep.. Not screaming in terror like his passengers.. ;)

How do you want to die? How do you NOT want to die?

Death is only another form of logging off it looks like.. OMG
Continue your life after death: instead of just simply visitng you at the graveyard, your freinds and relatives can upload photos, videos and stories to your tombstone and visit your personal webspace via bluetooth. [via E-TOMB ]