Die Happy

Some friends have mentioned that they were confused or unbelieving about my previous post where I stated I wanted to die at a My Bloody Valentine concert.

Here's a couple other similar deaths (real or imagined) from today's news that I think illustrate my point.

A 62 year old avid bowler scores his first 300 point game, dies in the middle of a high five.

Minutes after achieving the life long goal of a perfect game the 62 year old bowler collapsed and died at Ravenna Bowl in Ravenna

An 81 year old runner prepares to compete in her 21st conescutive NYC Marathon:

"This year I cranked up the training," says Ms. Johnson, a silver-haired, 81-year-old former Minnesota farm girl from San Jose, Calif., competing in her 21st consecutive New York City Marathon. "I want to die running. That's my goal."

I'd like to go out like that. Engaged in something that brings pure bliss, at a peak.

Comments

[Alex C]

“She made her mark, and we put it in the envelope, my brother and I walked to the mailbox, it was 11 o’clock Wednesday morning and I said ‘Mom its in the mail, you’ve done your thing, Barack’s going to win,’ and she kind of smiled and it was kind of a deep sigh, a sigh of relief, and in less than an hour later, she died,” said M. Fitzgerald.


North Charleston Woman Uses Last Moments In Life to Vote

[Dav Yaginuma]

High five, Dora, high five.

[Paul]

Bowling a 300 would be really awesome, but not quite the way I'd like to go out.

Stupid Patrick Swayze in Point Break turned a "last wave" into a cliche, so that's been dimmed, but still wouldn't be a bad way to go.

I had a very close friend die last month (http://cyrawls.blogspot.com/) and even though I still miss him every day, we found out from a friend that he didn't leave us 'til he got in "one more show."   In addition to be an all around nice guy, Cy was specifically known as someone that supported his friend's bands no matter what.

Two weeks before he lost a battle with a glioblastoma, he knew his time was more than likely very short. He secretly arranged a plane trip to see a friend play in New Orleans.  He had a friend drop him off at RDU, flew to NO, saw the rock show, and flew back to Raleigh the next day.  We found out about the trip at his wake, and as unbelievable as it sounded given his condition at the time, I just know that's how he wanted to go out.