If you only had 24 hours to live...
 

would you spend it reading Hitchhikers guide to the Galaxy?

Although it might be fun, I don't think I'd spend mine that way.

How would you spend your last day alive?

Crying?

I figure any given day I only have 24 hours to live. I don't worry too much about it. My life is very full.

First I'd call all the people I care about and tell them I love them and thank them for loving me. Then I'd take whatever money I have left in the bank and rent the cutest guy advertising on craigslist for "massage" and bang him til one of us was dead. :D

for the Inbound Asteroid scenario: gather a bunch of friends and have a 'watch party' with mucho booze and other comestibles.

for the Brain Anurysm scenario: turn gay for Sheldon.

edit: either way, I aint cleaning the m____f___ing house...

:lol2:

And I shall try to make Sheldon un-gay for me!

I like all these ideas!

But I would like to tell those I love how much they mean to me. It is something I try to do IRL, but I think sometimes I can't say it enough!

24 hours can't undo 48 years of habit. :-)

I don't know...have you met Brianna? She can make a grown man cry, she can make a dead man come. ;)

I would drive out to a beautiful, secluded spot I know on the Colorado river, pitch a tent, and spend my final hours watching the pelicans and the other water birds, and swimming with the huge brown trout there.

Oh, and I'd tell my kitties that I love them and find a good home for them before I left.;)

I also might travel to DC and assasinate the most digusting politician I can find. (So many choices, so little time)

I'd buy a lottery ticket because the '24 hours to live' thing would practically ensure I'd win the jackpot, and then I'd hire the fastest jet I could get to fly west, thereby increasing my lifespan. At least until I ran out of stuff to do on the jet, or fuel, whichever came first.

As well as crying, I'd probably spend a lot of that 24 hours cuddling Pilau and kissing his nose.

I would punch a cop

write down the passwords

I'd probably take 5 minutes to tell a colleague about the clients I'm turning over to him. Probably.

I'd call two friends to thank them for the good times and say adios.

I'd tell my parents and sister we're having a pool party this afternoon, bring the steaks and beer.

I'd spend the morning playing soccer with my boys.

I'd play one last game with the adults.

I'd wrap the evening up with the wife and kids.

I'd put the kids to sleep one last time just so I can listen to them breathe.

I'd curse while having to throw the ball to the dog.

I'd keep the bed rockin with Mrs L until I fell over dead. ;)

Is Mrs. L going to want that memory?

At least I'd have been memorable in the sack at least once.

If I only had 24 hours to live, I think I'd spend most of it talking to my kids about what I think would be good decisions in their lives. Try and impart as much wisdom as possible and provide them with the knowledge I'd pass on bit by bit if my life were not to be cut short. I suppose I'd do a fair bit of crying. I'd try and make plans with Dazza about what to do with the kids and leave a letter along with my will explaining fully what my wishes are. Most of my family would probably come over if they heard about it, so there'd probably be a lot of people around, but my closest family are the ones I'd want to be with.

I'd leave my friends in charge of the wake. I'm sure they'd do a good job.

I know it's wrong......and I am sure were such a terrible scenario to actually occur, I wouldn't really......but.....it did just flash through my mind, unbidden, that I could fit in quite a few epsiodes of classic Doctor Who....

Was this a serious question? If so, then I'd try to spend a few hours talking to everyone about whom I care, and telling them how important they'd been in my life. I would then gather my extended family around (assuming, of course, they weren't too busy to attend), and we'd talk about our history, about our shared lives, about the future.

Somewhere along the line that day, I'd be doing a lot of fucking.

On a serious note, I am really not sure. The whole spend the day with nearest and dearest cementing connections and saying a meaningful goodbye sounds like my idea of hell. All that raw emotion. I suspect it might depend on a few different things. Am I the only one that's aware of the ticking clock, for example? If my family knew, then I would spend that time with them, in just the ways described here.

If they didn't? I would still spend that time with them, but I do not know if I would make them aware of it. 24 hours is not even close to the barest hint of enough time for a mother to come to terms with their child's impending death. 24 hour's notice, or told after the fact, is almost the same degree of shock. Perhaps better to make that time brilliant, without the clock ticking in everyone's ears.

:lol2:

I'd be straight on the phone to my parents.
Wherever they were (home, house-sitting, abroad) I'd spend my last day with them.

Slap up meal and a few cocktails. My Mum would be all No Nonsense and Don't Spoil Her Last Day so it would be easy to forget the coming event.

Oh I'd have to fit in saying goodbye on here of course.

Actually, knowing my luck I'd fall asleep on the sofa and wake up with an hour to go :P

I'd say goodbye with a text message/email blast to everyone in my contact list. Then I'd just relax and do whatever I wanted for the rest of my time. No messages. No blowout. Just going my own way.

Strange, that's how I live my life most days.

I'd send back these shoes I just ordered.

Rent a sailboat, put it on a tack, run west until the clock runs out.

I think I might spend the day doing the sorts of things I've always been convinced will kill me, since I know that I have a specific amount of time until I go and therefore wouldn't buy the farm doing any of the activities (unless I'd timed it just right) I could try bungie jumping, hang gliding, and jumping out of a perfectly good airplane.

Max out my credit and dump it in the tip jar.

As always, Bruce has the best answer!