Worst way to die

Started by ducatiz, June 24, 2008, 07:47:47 PM

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Quote from: Nitewaif on June 26, 2008, 10:29:02 PM
I was just about to say that. 

For me, the worst way to die would be the way too many of my patients die - attached to machines for days or weeks, in pain and wasting away slowly because my family is too selfish to just let me go.  I've talked to my family about this often, and have threatened them with a nasty and relentless haunting if they allow me to die like that. 

That is the same way my mom felt. She had a pretty bad stroke, never recovered. She was kept on the machines long enough for me to get back into town and we all said our goodbye's. It was only about 36 hours total. Much better that way....
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Quote from: NAKID on June 26, 2008, 11:56:42 PM
That is the same way my mom felt. She had a pretty bad stroke, never recovered. She was kept on the machines long enough for me to get back into town and we all said our goodbye's. It was only about 36 hours total. Much better that way....

I'm sorry you had to go through that.  I'm glad that you had the compassion/balls to go through with pulling the plugs.  I wish more people could see past their own hurt to do that for their loved ones.

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At a funeral for a family friend (who was 89 and died peacefully in his sleep), (We're wispering very quietly in the church because the organ is playing and the minister should be starting soon)  I told hubby I couldn't stand burying him, so if it's oky with him, I'd like to go first.  He looks at me over his glasses and says "let me know if you need any help with that".  Try holding that in while the minister starts the service.  Then his sister wants to know why we're laughing, then she's laughing, and his mom (who's behind us) starts clearing her throat, loudly. 

We're a bad influence.  to anyone around us.  but it's a fun life.
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Quote from: lauramonster on June 27, 2008, 11:20:32 AM
At a funeral for a family friend (who was 89 and died peacefully in his sleep), (We're wispering very quietly in the church because the organ is playing and the minister should be starting soon)  I told hubby I couldn't stand burying him, so if it's oky with him, I'd like to go first.  He looks at me over his glasses and says "let me know if you need any help with that".  Try holding that in while the minister starts the service.  Then his sister wants to know why we're laughing, then she's laughing, and his mom (who's behind us) starts clearing her throat, loudly. 

We're a bad influence.  to anyone around us.  but it's a fun life.

That's good. It's how I'd hope to repsond if in the same situation.
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Quote from: silentbob on June 27, 2008, 12:00:06 PM


Ouch!

Quote from: lauramonster on June 27, 2008, 11:20:32 AM
At a funeral for a family friend (who was 89 and died peacefully in his sleep), (We're wispering very quietly in the church because the organ is playing and the minister should be starting soon)  I told hubby I couldn't stand burying him, so if it's oky with him, I'd like to go first.  He looks at me over his glasses and says "let me know if you need any help with that".  Try holding that in while the minister starts the service.  Then his sister wants to know why we're laughing, then she's laughing, and his mom (who's behind us) starts clearing her throat, loudly. 

We're a bad influence.  to anyone around us.  but it's a fun life.

Last funeral I went to, when we were all leaving, I get on the car and turn it on, to find the stereo blaring at full blast. This normally wouldn't be a problem.

The song was Another One Bites the Dust.

Yeah, that was awkward.

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Quote from: silentbob on June 27, 2008, 12:00:06 PM


i have the story somewhere, but he did not die.  they took him out on a stretcher face down tho.

neither did this guy die:

http://www.snopes.com/photos/animals/bullgore.asp
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Your Siamese twin dies leaving you attached to his lifeless body and wondering how much time you have left.

"On January 17, 1874, Eng was awakened in the middle of the night by a strange sensation. Looking towards his brother, Eng quickly realized that Chang had died. Eng called for his son William, who ran through the house shouting "Uncle Chang is dead!" Within hours, Eng was dead, too. Several weeks later, the bodies were brought to Philadelphia by a commission appointed by the College of Physicians of Philadelphia. An autopsy was performed by Drs. Harrison Allen and William H. Pancoast at the Mütter Museum. It was determined that Chang had died of a cerebral clot. It was unclear, however, why Eng had died. Some physicians suggested that he died of fright. Today, it is thought that Eng bled to death, as the blood pooled in his dead brother's body."

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Quote from: Johnny OrganDonor on June 27, 2008, 01:30:24 PM
Your Siamese twin dies leaving you attached to his lifeless body and wondering how much time you have left.

"On January 17, 1874, Eng was awakened in the middle of the night by a strange sensation. Looking towards his brother, Eng quickly realized that Chang had died. Eng called for his son William, who ran through the house shouting "Uncle Chang is dead!" Within hours, Eng was dead, too. Several weeks later, the bodies were brought to Philadelphia by a commission appointed by the College of Physicians of Philadelphia. An autopsy was performed by Drs. Harrison Allen and William H. Pancoast at the Mütter Museum. It was determined that Chang had died of a cerebral clot. It was unclear, however, why Eng had died. Some physicians suggested that he died of fright. Today, it is thought that Eng bled to death, as the blood pooled in his dead brother's body."


Actually they didn't share any blood vessels or organs.  One brother was an alcoholic and the other one never got drunk.  They were basically attached by a piece of skin.

silentbob

Quote from: ducatizzzz on June 27, 2008, 01:02:43 PM
i have the story somewhere, but he did not die.  they took him out on a stretcher face down tho.

neither did this guy die:

http://www.snopes.com/photos/animals/bullgore.asp

This guy wishes he did.




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Quote from: lauramonster on June 27, 2008, 11:20:32 AM
Try holding that in while the minister starts the service.  Then his sister wants to know why we're laughing, then she's laughing, and his mom (who's behind us) starts clearing her throat, loudly. 

We're a bad influence.  to anyone around us.  but it's a fun life.

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ducatiz

Quote from: Scooter Montgomery on June 27, 2008, 03:29:10 PM
"The giggle loop." I'll understand if you ever watch the show Coupling on BBC America.

i try not to watch any more BBC shows.

i watch two episodes of Absolutely Fabulous and started coordinating my shoes and purse.  My wife put the nix on that real fast.
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