I have two answers, depending on what age I'd die. If I were younger, or my kids were grown up, I'd eat nothing but lasagne and chocolate and taco and pizza. (Yes, fat girl, shocker.) If it was right now, something the entire family would love, but at least one lasagna. My body, idk, donate whatever organs can be used for either science or organ donation and burn the rest, or kids and hubs decide. My memorial..I don't care really. If they played a few songs I liked, It'd be nice. Für Elise, and Bach Cello pieces. Whatever would console the ones left behind. My possessions, left to my loved one, hubs could delete them all, I guess. As long as people knew me to be dead. I would like my kids to remember me lovingly. My hubs too. My friends too. In the eyes of the world, I'm no one, so I don't think I'd be remembered. But I would end it myself. My life my body, I choose the ending. I might try drugs if I didn't have kids just to find out what the feeling is, but.. Idk. I'd probably kill myself, while listening to Harry Potter. Falling asleep, while in Hogwarts. Fine way to go. Rather than disease.
rustyironmongerFeatured By OwnerDec 12, 2012Hobbyist General Artist
I'm predicting that I'll end up dead of cancer at some point due to my heavy drinking/smoking/medication use and dislike of healthy living, I will convert to Mormon or anti-west Islam before I irradiate myself or submit myself to the preachings, lies and money-making routines of the US medical industry, and honestly if I end up dead in my late thirties to early fifties, I won't really have too many regrets.