I dont know how people are going to react to this post, but here we go. What would be the things that you will do if you where told you have a month to live. :rip: I've always wanted to travel to certain areas of the world (Italy, Africa, Japan, China, Egipt, The Mayan temples, the Amazon, I would do that first, but I'll take my whole family with me (to make it more enjoyable). Second I'll make a big party back home in PR for all my friends, to wish me farewell(we make every excuse to make parties), I'll drink and eat so much that I probably drown in my own fluids, I'm going out with a BANG. And last after I kick the bucket, everybody will read my last wishes that I'll leave in an envelope. There I'm going to request for them to do me a "Baquine" Burrial (That's an old puertorrican tradition. When someone died, there was no tears and suffering. It was all celebration, food and traditional Bomba and Plena music). There will be partying until my body gets burried or burned (whatever my wife decides at the moment), celebrating that I've gone to a better place. Just in case ya'll wonder, I'm not kicking the bucket yet. there's still enough juice left on me to last a couple of decades. I'm just curious what other people might do if they are faced with something like that. :biggrin:
I would travel extensively around China, Mongola, Nepal, Africa, South America, max out all my credit cards, and get lots of these It would be one big orgy sex fest until I kicked... :xxx:
I like the idea of celebrating someone's life rather than lamenting their death. People accomplish a lot of good things during the course of their lives...recognizing that would be cool. If I had, let's say, a couple of months to live. There are a couple of things I would like to do: 1) I would buy a literbike (a Honda CBR, naturally) and do approx. 190 mph to see what it felt like. 2) I would take a cross-country flight in a Cessna 172SP from Northern California to Maine with stops along the way (of course...not much fuel capacity on one of these) 3) I'd pick one random fight with the biggest asshat I know (yes...that person has already been designated). 4) I'd run from the cops on my VFR...to see what it felt like. 5) I'd run the base gate...to see how long it took them to apprehend me (and to see if I could keep my commission after something like that...I've seen worse happen) 6) And last (since this will hurt the most), I would secure a bullet proof vest and have someone shoot me centermass with my Marlin 45-70 Gov't using a 405 grain projectile to see what it feels like. I figure I'm going to have broken ribs and some internal bleeding after this, so I'd like to be close to "departing" when I do this last one. Once all of that's done, I'd want to be cremated and dumped into the Pacific Ocean while Jay-Z's "Encore" is playing in the background. Either that or Scandal's "Goodbye to You." I would basically use the rest of my time to satisfy any morbid curiosities I'd ever had. I know it sounds juvenile, but if I were dying before "my time" this is the way I'd best feel spending my life.
I would find a good home for my cats, give most of my worldly possessions to different friends who would appreciate them, and travel around the USA to visit old friends one last time (via motorcycle, if possible).
What kind of cats do you have? I have two Siamese: a male (Anakin) and a female (Mia). They're both about two years old and their from the same father and mother.
I have three. One showed up skinny and pregnant about 8 years ago, and her model is unknown ("Boot", named by my ex). She is darker in color with a partially white face and chest, and her paws are all black (I've never seen that before). The other two are 3 year old sisters (Suki and Bambi), and are orange tabbies. What I did not know about female tabbies is that they are relatively rare. Are your Siamese talkers?
The idea for the "baquinè", was used by the african slaves and humble countryman (called jibaro) who worked in the sugar cane fields and different haciendas/plantations in PR. Since everybody was poor, every neighbor pitch in whatever they had, to contribute to the party/celebration. These days there's people still doing it. They watch the body at the house and is the church/cementery is close to the residence, they'll walk the casquet to the church/ cementery singing bomba and plena (traditional music played using drums - Part of our african heritage). All linked to religion beliefs that the soul will leave the body after dead and go to heaven! This is an old paint that show a "baquine" back in the day.
My dad target shoots a 1873 C. Sharps replica with an octagonal barrel. Seen "Quigley Down Under" with Tom Selleck? Yeah, THAT gun. He has to make his own bullets and shoots 40-65 Gov't with anywhere from a 375 grain to a 435 grain slug. I don't want to know why you'd want to see what it feels like, because the trees behind the target at my dad's place (200 yards away...) don't like how it feels. We can do 8" clusters at that range with a peep sight. BTW - I don't think the vest will stop it. Better wear two or three.
hmm, I've always said I'd like to step foot on at least 6 continents. I can skip antarctica as far as I'm concerned. :smile: I also think I'd get a motorcycle and travel around like someone else mentioned. I also would have a big ass ride in BBQ and beer fest after I'm dead (and probably before so I could come, too!) then everyone could get hammered and talk about how cool I was cause we all know when someone dies, it's hard to remember how big an asshole they were. :biggrin: you guys remember a while back, I did a post about a patient who chose to be removed from support and I went riding that day? Anyway, a couple weeks later I went to his wake(I guess you'd call it) It was the first time I ever went to one, but anyway, there were two kegs (Stella and Bud cause I know you were about to ask) and lots of pictures of his life. There was even live music and there was BBQ and hor d'vores (sp?) I thought that was pretty cool. And he even had another one of the same planned in another town. He planned the parties himself before he went. Now that is cool.
You can't go wrong with BBQ, Whole hog would be my choice. Dig a pit on the ground, put the hog on a stick and cook it over some wook. Some crushed garlics, crushed oregano, pepper, salt, vinager and olive oil, mix it all up and rub it on the pig the day before the big party. I'll probably do some good old brown sugar glazed baby backs made by yours truly, I put those bad boys in my smoker and let them cook there for a couple of hours, mmmmmm! I make'em so good they taste like ham! IT'LL BE A GREAT DAY FOR THE PIG :whoo: PD. Actually in approximately 1 1/2 hrs. I'll start my smoker, to do some Texas style BBQ. Menu: Leg Quarters with Honey glazed hickory BBQ sauce. Marinated Beef Skirt - translation: Beef fajitas. Corn on a cob - cooked with leaves and all. Sweet potato - cooked unitl they are glazed. Beer and more beer
well. I almost knocked off once collapsing a lung and breaking my back mountainbiking. Then almost died again having a heart attack, that was age 19. Sweet. Almost cashed in a few times on big climbs, deep dives, fast roads. The way I figure it, if you aren't living like your time is running out. It is time to. Otherwise you will wake up, be old, and have a list too big to accomplish! So dont go crazy, but lets get on it folks. Try to get an item or two checked off each year at least. Me. Id definitely run from the cops a few times on the bike (sounds juvenile, but would be a rush). Also I would run the gate at the base (I call this the "goose it through the gate challenge"). I would cash in all my earnings/savings and take my family on a chartered boat cruise in the carribbean. Then head to nepal. If im going to die. I want to do it doing something risky and fun. I've been living fast, id hate to die slow.
