Posted on Thursday, 12 January 2012

how-you-die: I will die in the French Alps.  Nine months out of the year, I will live in an igloo, kept warm by space heaters and a dozen gortex sleeping bags. I will sleep with a .44 magnum under my pillow and an AK-47 strapped around my neck out of fear the starving hoards of France will come in the middle of the night to devour my fragile bones. I will strangle myself in my sleep with the strap of the AK-47. I will be 89-years-old and my greatest fear comes to pass after my demise when the starving hoards of France devour my purified remains. 

how-you-die:

I will die in the French Alps.

 Nine months out of the year, I will live in an igloo, kept warm by space heaters and a dozen gortex sleeping bags. I will sleep with a .44 magnum under my pillow and an AK-47 strapped around my neck out of fear the starving hoards of France will come in the middle of the night to devour my fragile bones.

I will strangle myself in my sleep with the strap of the AK-47.

I will be 89-years-old and my greatest fear comes to pass after my demise when the starving hoards of France devour my purified remains. 

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