Well, lets say that if I had the power to choose how I die, it would die in the most honorable way, or if it fits the occasion, sacrificing myself. But Im afraid that I wont have the luxury of choice.
I follow the line of thought of Falstaff If you don't want to watch the video: Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him thatcalls not on me? Well, ’tis no matter; honour pricksme on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when Icome on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: oran arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no.Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What ishonour? a word. What is in that word honour? whatis that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it?he that died o’ Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no.Doth he hear it? no. ‘Tis insensible, then. Yea,to the dead. But will it not live with the living?no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. ThereforeI’ll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon: and soends my catechism.
Umm... I believe that my intent was to concur with you on the matter. Or just to throw out a random quote that had relivance to the thread. I'm not sure right now. It is late and it was late when I posted it I think. @ MayorEmanuel So... thats a "no" on honour from your end?
Cowards die many times before their deaths. The valiant never taste of death but once. Yes, if the situation warranted it. For instance, in defense of the Vatican, yes. But in defense of say Capitalism, no.
Why in defence of the Vatican? I mean, it's a nice building and all, but I'd rather protect the Forum Romanum from those ridiculous modern sculptures they put in. I'd die getting rid of those atrocities.
What people don't realize is that there is a difference between not dying with honor and dying cowardly. I am not particularly out to die with honor, as I would much rather live with honor.
Still, I couldn't care how I die, as long as it's as painless as possible. When I die, my consciousness will most likely disappear with it, so why should I care about what people think of me after I die?
I'd like to commit suicide or pull enough shit to get me executed. Then I'll give some sort of hilarious last words for everybody to remember me by. Like Caligula's "Vivo!".