Probably the
worst way to
die, second of course to
dying slowly and painfully. The
kind of
death that I'm talking about, though, isn't the kind where
something falls on you and makes you stop living. Its more of a
death where you didn't
realize it was going to happen until it did, and after it
happened you had enough
time to realize what had just occured.
And in that
pain, the pain that is the
last few moments of your life, what would you think? Maybe in that
last moment you find
God. Maybe you think about your
loved ones and how they meant more than you
ever realized. Maybe you discover that your
motivations, whatever they had been, were all
wrong and
futile. Whatever happens in those moments of pain before the
void of
unconciousness, I'm positive it has to be
one perfect moment of beauty.