I think it would be depressing to have someone watch me die, for me and for them. I would hope that no one needs to watch that.
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Death is generally an ugly business, and I am indifferent, alone or attended is ok. Just want you to know that finding a dead loved one is also traumatic, that happened to me. If people love you they will be sad when you die whether they are there for you or not. So if they want to help you at the end, I’d say let them.
I just hope to die with no dependents, painlessly and unexpec
He give respec
He cool as hec
But most importantly He die unexpec😄
At least he had time to hit enter.
That was who found the body.
Expect to die alone, absolutely. Do I hope to die alone, absolutely fucking not. My life has been one miserable tragedy after the other. This fate has not been my choice.
Right there with you. May the stars find us both a better path before the end comes.
Old joke: I hope to die peacefully in my sleep like my grandfather, not screaming in terror like his passengers.
like his passengers.
… like the passengers in his car.
– deep thoughts, by jack handey.
I’m going to answer what I suspect OPs question intends: do I expect to feel lonely and unloved when I die?
I hope not but that’s not my biggest fear about death. A hard truth is that in order to die, something bad has to happen. My fervent hope is that, whatever that bad thing may be, I don’t ever lose my mind, I don’t suffer terribly, and no-one else is traumatised or injured by that bad thing.
No, I asked what I meant. Simple question.
In that case, everyone dies alone.
Do you expect, or even hope to die…
Yes! Definitely… Yes! Every damn day, yes!! And, no, I haven’t been trying to force that for a long while and I doubt I would try again… but, oh, I never stopped longing for Mother’s talons…
Do you expect, or even hope to die alone?
I’d hope for said loneliness because it allows for a better acceptance of Death Herself, but I don’t expect that loneliness given I’m constantly surrounded by… well, people.
But, then, death is a unique, subjective experience. A person can die amidst the center of a busy metropolitan city during a Monday, a person can die inside a very populated subway, or inside a World Cup stadium: sure the person would be said to be far from alone in each of those hypothetical situations, yet none of the hundred/thousand/million other people are truly there, with the dying person.
People are too busy with their mundane affairs, trying to keep up with the imposed instinct of survival. These people, even the paramedics, can be trying to “save” the dying person, trying to reanimate them, but the minds of these people will be always somewhere else: “My employer wants me to solve that client’s case”, “My spouse wants me to sell the house”, “My car insurance company wants me to upgrade my car’s alarm system”, “My daughter’s teacher wants me to buy a new set of books for her”, “the director of the hospital wants me to keep using this broken defibrillator and this expired IV epinephrine” … Even when faced by Death Herself, we can’t help ourselves but keep thinking of pesky mundane affairs. So, no, these people would be anything but present people.
We all die alone. That’s a fact, that’s the only certainty besides the certainty of the unavoidable meeting with Death Herself. And sincerely? It’s way better dying truly alone, just me before the haunting mighty of Death Herself, instead of having biological avatars surrounding my dying avatar like wannabe-vultures waiting for a fresh carcass while I take my last breaths.
I never understood the fear of dying alone really. Like if I die in my sleep on my couch while my wife is away, does that mean I’ve died alone? Doesn’t seem like such a horrible fate. I’d rather die alone than die in pain.
Wait, does everybody die together now?
When that time comes; I expect to die because I’m alone. I do too many stupid things when no ones looking.
Of course. That was it won’t make anyone sad.
We’re born alone, and we die alone. This is a truth.
Came here to say this. Everybody dies alone.
I won’t die alone, I’m going to jump off of a building downtown in a suit filled with candy when the time comes. King sized. The good stuff.
my dream is to die quietly in my sleep, but i have lots of unfulfilled dreams, like Trump has explosive diarrhoea during a live broadcast, Putin keels over at a military parade bleeding from every orifice and thay sets if a chain that auto releases photos of him, Farage and Orban giving each other HJs at a sauna… thay sort of thing
May all of your dreams become reality. I really want that for you.
Expect? Probably. Hope? Sure. Idc lol, let me die already. We all face death alone in the end anyway.
I’m terrified of it. I want my husband with me so badly. Women die last though. I have diabetes so I hope that’s enough to take me out early :)
