Life
 

is really pretty short.

Enjoy it while you have it.

Life. Don't talk to me about life.

+1

Bush hates life.



On a serious note, I agree with you. The time you have on this earth is the only time you'll ever have. Use it wisely because once gone, you cease to exist and it's game over.

Anything you're going to do or accomplish - for good or evil - is done now. Value it.

I'm not talking about me. And I'm not talking about my life. Just life in general, how quickly it goes by, and how quickly it can be taken away. Just like that, and it's gone.

Everyone is born with an exit ticket, but it sucks when it's called at 18.

Mikey likes it!

Why value it? Why make the most of it? Why use your time wisely? What difference does dying at 18 or 95 make to the person that is dead?

I think therefore I am

+1 to anyone who can tell where my quote came from.

THGTTG...c'mon, give us a hard one. ;)

Ah yes, Marvin!

Tim

Life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer to the end it gets, the faster it goes.

Try 5! A young member of Cindy's family died at that age last week...just a silly kid accident, fell down a rocky ravine. We've been in a nasty funk here since. The old "why"....

Because when you're lying in a hospital bed with collapsed lungs, on life support, and you have those few (precious) minutes left to (hopefully) enjoy the company of those who love and care for you, it might be nice to be able to reflect, to look at them, and know that you lived a good, honest, life and had fair dealings with others, before you go.

I venture a guess that it matters because death rarely happens quickly, and rarely happens peacefully. In every event I've borne witness to it, in no case did it transpire quickly (or peacefully). Rather, the person departed slowly, and often very painfully, and I suspect had a fair amount of time with which to reflect over their life, and I further suspect one would like to depart with a clear conscience.

On another note, I've noticed quite a few pet death threads on here where all the sympathy in the world is given to those whose pet has departed. I would appreciate it if light were not made of what is currently a serious, and to some, heart-breaking, situation. (Directed at no one in particular.)

I'm listening to my regular noontime radio program. Today they're featuring some author or another who I've never heard of. But she's describing her father. He drove Buicks. Big sturdy Buicks. A few years ago he had health problems and finally the doctor told him he could get him into a hospice (as though the doctor was offering to upgrade him to business class). The old man sat looking at his hands for a while and said "I'd rather by a Buick". So on the way home they stopped and picked out a big LeSabre. He got the black one, he passed on the smokey grey this time. A few months later he was dead.

I hope I live long enough to be like that, but that I never have time to contemplate my own death.

-MRM, also known as the Marvin, the Paranoid Android.

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Paul, I read that thread, and also had nothing to say but "why?" and so did not post. Truly a terrible event. Condolences to Cindy's family:(

At this moment Sweden is collectively in chock and rage. One week ago a ten year old girl was biking home from football practice. 500 meters from home she vanished. Her bike was discovered on the side of the road. An enormous search team has worked around the clock since then. No luck.

Yesterday the perp was caught. He had killed her and buried her far away from home. He broke down during questioning and admitted not only to having killed the little girl but also a young woman several years ago.

Sweden now has a strong death penalty lobby. Well, after he has had big nails hammered into his knee caps and elbows and burning cigarettes shoved into his eyes. His tiny balls crashed with a sledge hammer and acid poured over the rest of his body.

Life gets more precious when there is less of it at stake. At age 57 I am starting to see my own mortality more every day. I'm not afraid of dying, nobody here will escape it, I am afraid of wasting time and not doing some of the things I really want to do. That said, I'm going to go do something else now.

That's fscking disgusting. I don't, and likely never will, understand why people like that are just tossed in prison to "rehabilitate." Is there even any proof that it works? Bunch of crap.

I've posted this story here before, but it bears directly on your post. I saw a video from a prison security camera. This guy was in prison for multiple rape/murders of little girls. All the sudden a flash flies across the screen and loud, gut wrenching CRACK is heard. It was the CRACK of another man's fist against the inmates face. Subsequently the inmate was beaten to death (or very close to it. I don't recall.). Guards were "busy" until after the guy was done. Shame that an inmate had to finish what justice system should have.