We all die alone and afraid.

[RandomKoolzip]

discuss.

[rumguy]

1. What if you die in the midst of coupling?

[Goldom]

2. well, you're a real ray of sunshine

and happiness today. :P

[RandomKoolzip]

3. I'm outta here! Good night everybody!

Las Vegas audiences are the best audiences in the world!

[Susang]

8. Did we enjoy Funny Bones tonight?

That's one of my favorite movies, BTW. My hubby, BatBoy & I have seen it about 10 times. :-)

[RandomKoolzip]

9. Never hoid of it.

I was actually quoting MST3K.

Funny Bones? Is it as good as "Weekend at Bernie's 2?"

[Susang]

10. It's about a hack Vegas comic

Who ends his show with "Thank you, you're the worst audience I've ever had! I've got two weeks to live!"

Then he walks off stage and goes off intending to kill himself. It stars Oliver Platt and Jerry Lewis (as his father). It's a brilliant film. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0113133/

[RandomKoolzip]

17. WOW! That sounds awesome...

I've never head of it, but now I must check it out.... I'm still waiting for "The Day the Clown Cried" on DVD. If you don't know what that is, it's a film Jerry Lewis made in 1972, where he plays a clown in a WWII concentration camp who leads children to the ovens. It was made, but never released. The screenplay itself is a cult classic. Some weirdos out in LA have gotten bootleg copies of it and show it at hip clubs, I'm told. I'd give half a testicle to see that! Sure, it sounds sick.....but you're talking to a guy who has a tape of the Jonestown Massacre in his collection.

The original post here in this thread refers to a habit my wife has of choosing to say some really dark, depressing things to me, non-sequitir style, right before we go to bed. She'll say something like: "You know, Life is a bleak and meaningless hole and Love is a lie. Good Night!" and then turn off the bedside lamp and roll over. It's a joke (my wife has a fine, oniony sense of irony....)

[Susang]

21. She'll love my husband, then

He teaches comedy writing at Second City. His website adorns my sig line. :-)

[woofless]

4. I don't think it has to be that way.

I believe that "WE" are immutable and eternal. Our bodies die. Liken it to a check in the mail. You take the check (valuable) and toss the envelope(worthless). The "there" there is merely moved to another plane of consciousness.

p.s. We're ALWAYS alone.

[camero]

5. I was very close to dying in my sleep recently

I wouldn't have felt it. My dog woke me up licking my face and I had juice by the bed. Course there have been so many times I should have died I wonder why I live sometimes.

[Edge]

6. Life's a bitch and then you die...

or is it then you marry one?

[Insider]

7. and happy valentine's eve

yikes

[cryofan]

11. some of us have made alternative arrangement: cryonics

So hundreds of years from now, when the entire world speaks one language, and the state takes care of all your needs, and there is no need to work, and everyone lives as long as they want, I may be revived to live there and post on democraticunderground.com, yet again....C-ya!

[Skittles]

12. I'm not afraid to die, but the process of DYING sounds scary

but I certainly don't mind being alone; I've been alone most of my life. Being alone is NOT the same as being LONELY.

[mmm]

15. It is better to be lonely than to wish you were alone:)

[camero]

19. Been on both ends

Neither one is good.

[RandomKoolzip]

20. Okay, how about this:

We all die alone and afraid, secure in the knowledge that love is, at best, a desperate gesture of convenience, wrought from the most bathetic depths of human weakness.


Good night!


Is that better?

[PVnRT]

13. And some of us get to live that way

n/t

[markses]

14. Why speak not they of comrades that went under?

Spring Offensive
by Wilfred Owen

Halted against the shade of a last hill,
They fed, and, lying easy, were at ease
And, finding comfortable chests and knees
Carelessly slept. But many there stood still
To face the stark, blank sky beyond the ridge,
Knowing their feet had come to the end of the world.

Marvelling they stood, and watched the long grass swirled
By the May breeze, murmurous with wasp and midge,
For though the summer oozed into their veins
Like the injected drug for their bones' pains,
Sharp on their souls hung the imminent line of grass,
Fearfully flashed the sky's mysterious glass.

Hour after hour they ponder the warm field--
And the far valley behind, where the buttercups
Had blessed with gold their slow boots coming up,
Where even the little brambles would not yield,
But clutched and clung to them like sorrowing hands;
They breathe like trees unstirred.

Till like a cold gust thrilled the little word
At which each body and its soul begird
And tighten them for battle. No alarms
Of bugles, no high flags, no clamorous haste--
Only a lift and flare of eyes that faced
The sun, like a friend with whom their love is done.
O larger shone that smile against the sun,--
Mightier than his whose bounty these have spurned.

So, soon they topped the hill, and raced together
Over an open stretch of herb and heather
Exposed. And instantly the whole sky burned
With fury against them; and soft sudden cups
Opened in thousands for their blood; and the green slopes
Chasmed and steepened sheer to infinite space.

Of them who running on that last high place
Leapt to swift unseen bullets, or went up
On the hot blast and fury of hell's upsurge,
Or plunged and fell away past this world's verge,
Some say God caught them even before they fell.

But what say such as from existence' brink
Ventured but drave too swift to sink.
The few who rushed in the body to enter hell,
And there out-fiending all its fiends and flames
With superhuman inhumanities,
Long-famous glories, immemorial shames--
And crawling slowly back, have by degrees
Regained cool peaceful air in wonder--
Why speak they not of comrades that went under?

[markses]

16. Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
by Dylan Thomas (sorry for the most overplayed verse of the 20th century!)

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

[RandomKoolzip]

18. Oh, and both of these guys died alone and afraid, too. Good night!

tee hee.

[OneBlueSky]

22. no one ever dies alone . . .

if you're a deist, you have your God with you at all times . . . if your beliefs run in a different direction, you have the memories and the spirits of every person whose life you ever touched, and of those who touched yours . . . either way, there's nothing to fear . . . death is just another transition, much like puberty . . . a little more dramatic, maybe, but . . . :)

[onebigbadwulf]

23. Haven't you seen the movie Big Fish??/

The key to having a happy death is telling crazy stories!!

[OhioStateProgressive]

24. yeah, we all crap our pants when we die too. (nt)