Abruptly. People sometimes think they want time to wrap up their affairs but as someone who has done some grief counseling in the past o e of the saddest things I have seen repeatedly is long drawn out terminal illnesses and their effect on friends and families. Invariably your loved ones after seeing you in pain for months on end will have the thought "maybe it would be better if you just died instead of continuing to suffer". And then you do, and even though it is absurd they then feel immense guilt for wishing you would hurry up and die. Or after the first month of shock is over and they have visited you every day, they start to get back to their normal lives, not able to miss another day of school or work, then when they have t seen you for a week or two, you die, leaving them again filled with guilt. It just tears people apart.
I wish for a quick and somewhat unexpected death. I would rather leave people wishing they had a chance to say goodbye than have them feel guilty that they had the chance but decided to go to work or school instead.
As someone who was bothered by a fear of death from a young age, I always thought I would want to die in a blaze of glory - skiing off a huge cliff, skydiving, etc... But as I aged (still young, only 34) I found, what I think, is the perfect summation of how I want to die (I forget the author, in a hurry and google is failing me. Probably Neruda):
"I want to die at the end of the day // in the high seas // with my face towards the sky // when it seems like agony is just a dream // and the soul, a bird ascending in flight //
Let there be no sad tears as I draw my last breath, // At one and alone with the sky and the sea, // No sobbing, nor prayer, nor laments of death // I only would hear the deep waves cover me // To die when the bright glow of twilight is fading, // and catches the waves in its last net of light // to be like that sun as its luminous shading // expires and is lost in the arms of the night // To die, and die young, before time has destroyed // the delicate fabric illusion has spun // when life can still say: “I am yours” but the void // Of a final echo tells us death has won!"
How exactly to attain that feeling, I am unsure...
My grandfather died a couple years ago. He was 95. He was up at his lake cabin fishing with some family and friends. He woke up one morning not feeling well and was dead by evening with his wife and a son at his side.
I think that's the way to go - quickly after having lived a long and full life.
Disclaimer: information might not be 100% accurate from memory, it comes close though.
In meditation retreat I was told that meditation (Vipassana in this case) is actually practicing in being prepared to die. According to this idea by doing this you can live fully. For me this seems a bit vague, but it did plant a seed in my head.
The thing is, meditation teaches you equanimity, which from my understanding means being able to feel but without judgement. When I was in deep meditation I experienced equanimity a couple of times. At one point my muscles were aching so much by sitting perfectly still that I walked like a cripple after that meditation session. My body just could not perform normally, which I found odd in a sense. Yet, I never felt any pain, I noticed my body was having a hard time sitting perfectly upright in a still position, that was it. Or perhaps better said: I did feel a form of pain (aka that something is wrong with my body), but I never experienced any suffering from it. The converse is also true with regards to pleasure (e.g. small forms of non-clinical addiction).
What I learned from practicing equanimity is that I prefer to die while using this skill. Because to me it means I won't die by suffering from pain or pleasure, I just die and experience how it feels. It could be pain, it might be pleasure, either way I just experience it and nothing more.
Note: while equanimity has to be explained through language, it's not an intellectual concept in the sense that riding a bike isn't an intellectual concept. It's something you do. Intellectualising about riding a bike won't get you anywhere, same goes for equanimity in the way that I've been taught.
Seriously, though, I don't want to die at all, I hate death, but if I had to choose it would be morphine overdose. Also I hope I'll have the balls to commit suicide before I'm a bed-ridden piece of meat. Once my body and brain are bad enough to prevent me form writing/programming/creating things - it's time to go. I don't understand people who spend years suffering for no reason just to let random mindless natural causes to decide when it's over.
Also, there's a horrifying article on how people actually end up dying in modern medical system:
I have always wondered about Aldous Huxley's death. He asked his wife to inject him with 100ug of LSD while on his deathbed. I believe that he died some hours later.
Maybe dying this way is not pleasant, who knows, but at least sounds interesting.
Maybe both effects combine into something that is much more?
I used to tell this joke frequently, until a few years ago - my father turned out to have a major sleep apnea problem and almost drove into a wall while the rest of my family were frantically trying to wake him up. HE got it fixed but I had no idea that sort of thing could even happen.
Not very likely, but I've always wondered what the feeling would be like when your head is suddenly detached from the body (e.g. beheading by guillotine[0]). A more down to earth way I'd prefer is hallucinogen overdose - should be hell of a trip.
I am by no means obsessed with death but for as long as I can remember thinking about dying I've fantasized about going out like this:
After reaching a point where I feel like the end is nigh, and/or my quality of life has sufficiently deteriorated, I skydive from 20,000 feet into the mouth of a live volcano. No parachute (obviously).
Not sure why I see this as romantically as I do but I can't think of a better way to go.
Ugh. The winners write the history books, and their glorifiers write the epilogues. "The classical man's worst fear was inglorious death"? Really? Based on... what exactly? Who is this "classical man"? Define inglorious. Ugh, just terrible, terrible trite attempt at aphorisms. (Not you justinsingh, Taleb.)
I don't doubt that "modern humanity" in "the west" seems to deal badly with the process of dying. But Taleb... just no. At best he's a writer of highly variable quality.
I have to side with the modern man here. I don't think that there's anything that makes death "okay", or makes one death better than the other.
Even this thread is not exactly the discussion of death, just people wanting to avoid pain while they are alive. Once you're not - every damn death is the same.
I have a strong fear of flying, which is unfortunate since I have to fly to my company's HQ once a month or so. One of my coping mechanisms is that, at worst, my death would be swift and with enough luck, painless. Above all else, it better be quick.
A parachute not opening... that's a way to die. Getting caught in the gears of a combine... having your nuts bit off by a Laplander, that's the way I wanna go!
I live in the Yukon, and get out and about in -40 regularly. I've had hypothermia a couple of times, and it's not particularly nice. I imagine at some point you stop feeling, but everything before that isn't nice.
I've talked to someone that claimed to have had severe hypothermia, and he said that there was a sense of euphoria (after a certain point).
Also, I know that after a certain point people suffering from hypothermia start feeling hot and start stripping off clothes (and promptly freeze to death).
Agreed. Was out on a frozen lake last Christmas, and realized that the sun had gone down and I'd pushed too far before turning back. The scenery was starkly beautiful, but I just remember thinking -- I could be dead in an hour, within view of all of these cottages. Not a pleasant thought.
Woah, HN, let's not get on the downvote fairy bandwagon here. There is nothing wrong with believing in reincarnation, no more than any other religious belief.
Are there any artefacts outside of your mind that could help verify this? From what I know about the brain, I'm highly sceptical. However if there were some way to corroborate your belief, that would be some really important info.
The way I found out is by remembering things about people whom I've not met. I meet them, and 'remember'. Sometimes I get things wrong, but 95% of the time, they are right.
I'd be game for any sort of scientific method or test to somehow figure out if its confirmation bias or something else.
I'd like to consider myself a man of science. And I would like to explain phenomenon like that. Is there a basis? If so, how?
Or maybe it's a delusion. That's the power of delusion. We think it's true, down to our bones. Weather by greed or fear or learned. There are thoughts that are not disprovable. God, reincarnation, that Elvis lives on, Alien abduction,
Personally I think any reincarnation scheme that humans are a part of would be a natural outgrowth of the same thing in other animals.
I will leave the question, for myself, for the end. We'll see, eh?
And I've also given thought about how to detect whatever the mystics and other occultists and the like discus when they talk about energy or aura. As you might have guessed, I'm also an occultist.
So, I've met people who talk about auras. What is that? It's some sort of energy that humans emanate. Ok, so a person can make total BS up, and be consumed with delusional thoughts. My problem is that multiple people have mentioned "my aura color", and they do not know each other.
So, working theory is "Something is there". What is something? I've heard of using film cameras combined with a cornucopia of filters that can show it visibly. I have yet to reproduce it, but does lead me down that it's likely photonic in nature. If that's the case (further testing needed), then what frequencies are being used? What field strengths are being emanated, and what sensory mechanisms are being utilized on the human who can see them?
I'm still trying to find the list of filters used in those cameras, because having them means I can mathematically calculate what kind of filters they are. Are they low-pass, high-pass, or some sort of notched filter?
My goal is to bring this realm of pseudo-science, superstition, and occultism into a full scientific discipline that can be modeled, studied, and hypothesized.
> My goal is to bring this realm of pseudo-science, superstition, and occultism into a full scientific discipline that can be modeled, studied, and hypothesized.
No need, people have been doing that for decades and decades. Not to rude, but you may want to do some reading and reaching out to local and global established skeptic societies. http://www.skeptic.com/
Jim died just as he had lived: in a darkly lit room waiting for a deploy script to finish running while through tears of exhaustion he tried to focus on a screen crawling with log entries he could make nothing of. Tabbing back and forth to sterile commentless code, that did everything except the one thing it was obviously supposed to do, ignoring, for just a little while longer, the ringing in his head and the faint scent of springtime morning urging him to sleep, and that other, stronger scent, exhorting him to do some laundry.
He passed away peaceably at his keyboard, the deploy failed, and eventually the team had to roll back the changes.
Jim died in the best possible way: working on staging. He would have wanted it that way.
The best way to die is when you have a guaranteed that your next destination is heaven. Otherwise you should at least know that you have prepared for it.
I wish for a quick and somewhat unexpected death. I would rather leave people wishing they had a chance to say goodbye than have them feel guilty that they had the chance but decided to go to work or school instead.