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I'm fucked and I think I will die alone So how was your day? | |
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Hope your day brightens | |
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Ex-Moderator | Are you back??? BTW - We all die alone. |
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CarrieMpls said: Are you back??? BTW - We all die alone. :sound of muted trumpet:..wah wah wah wahhhhh | |
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The same. | |
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Ex-Moderator | purplerein said: CarrieMpls said: Are you back??? BTW - We all die alone. :sound of muted trumpet:..wah wah wah wahhhhh If only the org had a laugh track. |
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CarrieMpls said: purplerein said: :sound of muted trumpet:..wah wah wah wahhhhh If only the org had a laugh track. | |
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Dying alone isn't so bad because at least you're not having to deal with someone asking "so what are you thinking about right now?" while you're on your deathbed. Think of it that way. Plus, you can fart and/or belch unapologetically, and that's important when you are dying. | |
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Anx said: Dying alone isn't so bad because at least you're not having to deal with someone asking "so what are you thinking about right now?" while you're on your deathbed. Think of it that way. Plus, you can fart and/or belch unapologetically, and that's important when you are dying.
not to be morbid, but you're right... when my Mum was passing she just didn't want anyone to see her. she wanted to keep a bit of dignity. at the very time of her passing I was sleeping next to her and it was weird but I could feel it coming. I couldn't stay in the room so I gave her a hug, told her I love her and left her. My Nana and Aunty Di went in (it was 2am but we were all still awake) and were with her though Novabrkr hang in there | |
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I've been in the room when two people have died.
My dad and my grandfather. And at that point they didn't know what was going on anyways, and probably didn't even know we were in the room. If you don't die a sudden death, like a car accident or whatever, death is a process and you go through certain stages, and near the end (like the last day or 2) a lot of times your not even connected with this world anymore. | |
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We all die alone. It's your experience, and no one else's. And you can't avoid death, so just accept it - it's coming. | |
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Spookymuffin said: We all die alone. It's your experience, and no one else's. And you can't avoid death, so just accept it - it's coming.
you know..i think you have the beginning lyrics for your band's new song.. :Im fucked....yeah fucked.. :Im fucked and I think I will die alone... It's your experience, and noone elses.. you can't avoid death..so just accept it..it's coming coda Chorus: | |
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purplerein said: Spookymuffin said: We all die alone. It's your experience, and no one else's. And you can't avoid death, so just accept it - it's coming.
you know..i think you have the beginning lyrics for your band's new song.. :Im fucked....yeah fucked.. :Im fucked and I think I will die alone... It's your experience, and noone elses.. you can't avoid death..so just accept it..it's coming coda Chorus: bastard. | |
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Spookymuffin said: purplerein said: you know..i think you have the beginning lyrics for your band's new song.. :Im fucked....yeah fucked.. :Im fucked and I think I will die alone... It's your experience, and noone elses.. you can't avoid death..so just accept it..it's coming coda Chorus: bastard. second verse... the grey has started.. its cold and damp.. i can't go no sacktime.. i need a new amp... | |
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purplerein said: Spookymuffin said: bastard. second verse... the grey has started.. its cold and damp.. i can't go no sacktime.. i need a new amp... what's more worrying - you or the fact that I like that verse? | |
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Natisse said: Anx said: Dying alone isn't so bad because at least you're not having to deal with someone asking "so what are you thinking about right now?" while you're on your deathbed. Think of it that way. Plus, you can fart and/or belch unapologetically, and that's important when you are dying.
not to be morbid, but you're right... when my Mum was passing she just didn't want anyone to see her. she wanted to keep a bit of dignity. at the very time of her passing I was sleeping next to her and it was weird but I could feel it coming. I couldn't stay in the room so I gave her a hug, told her I love her and left her. My Nana and Aunty Di went in (it was 2am but we were all still awake) and were with her though Novabrkr hang in there I held my granny's hand as she died last weekend. I'm not the type of person to share personal information on the internet and that's why there were no dramatic announcements, but it was a very odd and surreal experience. She was 93, fell and broke her hip, they operated (they told us not to expect her to pull through), then she came to...but not really. The morphine and nicotine withdrawl (40 a day for 80 years) sent her zooming in and out of her body. She knew she was on the way out. After two days of us (mainly my dad, a fucking hero) watching her lungs fill up with God knows what, watching her cry, moan in pain, lose whatever pinch of dignity she had left - a heart attack. But she survived that too. Once she came to a few hours later, we all said our goodbyes. She held on for another ten or so hours (torturous sounding breathing, outragous sweats, panic attacks, choking) before she finally went into the darkness. Watching my dad lean over and tell her to 'let go' before blubbering like a baby himself was devastating. Dizzying. You really had to seperate yourself from the reality of what was going on in front of your eyes. There was panic and fear in her eyes all the way through. That's the most awful thing, that guilt empathy, that absolute helplessness. She didn't go peacefully. She went raging and in great pain. It was horror. True horror. | |
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Spookymuffin said: purplerein said: second verse... the grey has started.. its cold and damp.. i can't go no sacktime.. i need a new amp... what's more worrying - you or the fact that I like that verse? the verse. | |
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Number23 said: Natisse said: not to be morbid, but you're right... when my Mum was passing she just didn't want anyone to see her. she wanted to keep a bit of dignity. at the very time of her passing I was sleeping next to her and it was weird but I could feel it coming. I couldn't stay in the room so I gave her a hug, told her I love her and left her. My Nana and Aunty Di went in (it was 2am but we were all still awake) and were with her though Novabrkr hang in there I held my granny's hand as she died last weekend. I'm not the type of person to share personal information on the internet and that's why there were no dramatic announcements, but it was a very odd and surreal experience. She was 93, fell and broke her hip, they operated (they told us not to expect her to pull through), then she came to...but not really. The morphine and nicotine withdrawl (40 a day for 80 years) sent her zooming in and out of her body. She knew she was on the way out. After two days of us (mainly my dad, a fucking hero) watching her lungs fill up with God knows what, watching her cry, moan in pain, lose whatever pinch of dignity she had left - a heart attack. But she survived that too. Once she came to a few hours later, we all said our goodbyes. She held on for another ten or so hours (torturous sounding breathing, outragous sweats, panic attacks, choking) before she finally went into the darkness. Watching my dad lean over and tell her to 'let go' before blubbering like a baby himself was devastating. Dizzying. You really had to seperate yourself from the reality of what was going on in front of your eyes. There was panic and fear in her eyes all the way through. That's the most awful thing, that guilt empathy, that absolute helplessness. She didn't go peacefully. She went raging and in great pain. It was horror. True horror. oh my God Billy I'm so sorry orgnote coming... | |
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Number23 said: Natisse said: not to be morbid, but you're right... when my Mum was passing she just didn't want anyone to see her. she wanted to keep a bit of dignity. at the very time of her passing I was sleeping next to her and it was weird but I could feel it coming. I couldn't stay in the room so I gave her a hug, told her I love her and left her. My Nana and Aunty Di went in (it was 2am but we were all still awake) and were with her though Novabrkr hang in there I held my granny's hand as she died last weekend. I'm not the type of person to share personal information on the internet and that's why there were no dramatic announcements, but it was a very odd and surreal experience. She was 93, fell and broke her hip, they operated (they told us not to expect her to pull through), then she came to...but not really. The morphine and nicotine withdrawl (40 a day for 80 years) sent her zooming in and out of her body. She knew she was on the way out. After two days of us (mainly my dad, a fucking hero) watching her lungs fill up with God knows what, watching her cry, moan in pain, lose whatever pinch of dignity she had left - a heart attack. But she survived that too. Once she came to a few hours later, we all said our goodbyes. She held on for another ten or so hours (torturous sounding breathing, outragous sweats, panic attacks, choking) before she finally went into the darkness. Watching my dad lean over and tell her to 'let go' before blubbering like a baby himself was devastating. Dizzying. You really had to seperate yourself from the reality of what was going on in front of your eyes. There was panic and fear in her eyes all the way through. That's the most awful thing, that guilt empathy, that absolute helplessness. She didn't go peacefully. She went raging and in great pain. It was horror. True horror. | |
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Number23 said: Natisse said: not to be morbid, but you're right... when my Mum was passing she just didn't want anyone to see her. she wanted to keep a bit of dignity. at the very time of her passing I was sleeping next to her and it was weird but I could feel it coming. I couldn't stay in the room so I gave her a hug, told her I love her and left her. My Nana and Aunty Di went in (it was 2am but we were all still awake) and were with her though Novabrkr hang in there I held my granny's hand as she died last weekend. I'm not the type of person to share personal information on the internet and that's why there were no dramatic announcements, but it was a very odd and surreal experience. She was 93, fell and broke her hip, they operated (they told us not to expect her to pull through), then she came to...but not really. The morphine and nicotine withdrawl (40 a day for 80 years) sent her zooming in and out of her body. She knew she was on the way out. After two days of us (mainly my dad, a fucking hero) watching her lungs fill up with God knows what, watching her cry, moan in pain, lose whatever pinch of dignity she had left - a heart attack. But she survived that too. Once she came to a few hours later, we all said our goodbyes. She held on for another ten or so hours (torturous sounding breathing, outragous sweats, panic attacks, choking) before she finally went into the darkness. Watching my dad lean over and tell her to 'let go' before blubbering like a baby himself was devastating. Dizzying. You really had to seperate yourself from the reality of what was going on in front of your eyes. There was panic and fear in her eyes all the way through. That's the most awful thing, that guilt empathy, that absolute helplessness. She didn't go peacefully. She went raging and in great pain. It was horror. True horror. Does it help to get it out and talk about it? Thats awful Billy. I'm glad that the pain has ended. That must have been the worst imaginable thing to watch. | |
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Number23 said: Natisse said: not to be morbid, but you're right... when my Mum was passing she just didn't want anyone to see her. she wanted to keep a bit of dignity. at the very time of her passing I was sleeping next to her and it was weird but I could feel it coming. I couldn't stay in the room so I gave her a hug, told her I love her and left her. My Nana and Aunty Di went in (it was 2am but we were all still awake) and were with her though Novabrkr hang in there I held my granny's hand as she died last weekend. I'm not the type of person to share personal information on the internet and that's why there were no dramatic announcements, but it was a very odd and surreal experience. She was 93, fell and broke her hip, they operated (they told us not to expect her to pull through), then she came to...but not really. The morphine and nicotine withdrawl (40 a day for 80 years) sent her zooming in and out of her body. She knew she was on the way out. After two days of us (mainly my dad, a fucking hero) watching her lungs fill up with God knows what, watching her cry, moan in pain, lose whatever pinch of dignity she had left - a heart attack. But she survived that too. Once she came to a few hours later, we all said our goodbyes. She held on for another ten or so hours (torturous sounding breathing, outragous sweats, panic attacks, choking) before she finally went into the darkness. Watching my dad lean over and tell her to 'let go' before blubbering like a baby himself was devastating. Dizzying. You really had to seperate yourself from the reality of what was going on in front of your eyes. There was panic and fear in her eyes all the way through. That's the most awful thing, that guilt empathy, that absolute helplessness. She didn't go peacefully. She went raging and in great pain. It was horror. True horror. and it's reality and life too, which is what sucks. i had a very similar experience with my great grandmother last Christmas. still haunts me. | |
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Number23 said: Natisse said: not to be morbid, but you're right... when my Mum was passing she just didn't want anyone to see her. she wanted to keep a bit of dignity. at the very time of her passing I was sleeping next to her and it was weird but I could feel it coming. I couldn't stay in the room so I gave her a hug, told her I love her and left her. My Nana and Aunty Di went in (it was 2am but we were all still awake) and were with her though Novabrkr hang in there I held my granny's hand as she died last weekend. I'm not the type of person to share personal information on the internet and that's why there were no dramatic announcements, but it was a very odd and surreal experience. She was 93, fell and broke her hip, they operated (they told us not to expect her to pull through), then she came to...but not really. The morphine and nicotine withdrawl (40 a day for 80 years) sent her zooming in and out of her body. She knew she was on the way out. After two days of us (mainly my dad, a fucking hero) watching her lungs fill up with God knows what, watching her cry, moan in pain, lose whatever pinch of dignity she had left - a heart attack. But she survived that too. Once she came to a few hours later, we all said our goodbyes. She held on for another ten or so hours (torturous sounding breathing, outragous sweats, panic attacks, choking) before she finally went into the darkness. Watching my dad lean over and tell her to 'let go' before blubbering like a baby himself was devastating. Dizzying. You really had to seperate yourself from the reality of what was going on in front of your eyes. There was panic and fear in her eyes all the way through. That's the most awful thing, that guilt empathy, that absolute helplessness. She didn't go peacefully. She went raging and in great pain. It was horror. True horror. I dont know you, but you seem like you need one o these sorry for your loss. A happy face, A Thumpin Bass, For A Lovin' Race. PEACE. | |
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Thanks everyone. But I'm fine. It was a reminder that every second of health and sound mind is precious and that dullness and mediocrity is a sin. | |
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i heard in a medical lecture once, that from the day we're born, we're in a state of dying..and if we'd get out of nature's way, dying would be so painful. but for the sake of the surviving family, we go to heroic measures to prolong life which in turn causes pain to the patient..we should just let nature take it's course | |
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Number23 said: Thanks everyone. But I'm fine. It was a reminder that every second of health and sound mind is precious and that dullness and mediocrity is a sin.
that, right there, is becoming part of my sig... | |
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Number23 said: Thanks everyone. But I'm fine. It was a reminder that every second of health and sound mind is precious and that dullness and mediocrity is a sin.
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Ex-Moderator | Number23 said: Thanks everyone. But I'm fine. It was a reminder that every second of health and sound mind is precious and that dullness and mediocrity is a sin.
anyway, you. |
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CarrieMpls said: Number23 said: Thanks everyone. But I'm fine. It was a reminder that every second of health and sound mind is precious and that dullness and mediocrity is a sin.
anyway, you. you're a pushover for englishmen aren't you. | |
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purplerein said: CarrieMpls said: anyway, you. you're a pushover for englishmen aren't you. | |
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