Well that gets worse with range, the farther back you are, the less likely you are to get hit, but if you DO get hit, well.. You'll be eating with a new device any time soon.Pat8u said:My teacher seems to think it would be the aorta splitting
I think that death by explosion is the worst way to die, just think
"hey whats that smell..." BOOOM! then your dead
Yeah, pretty much this.exp. 99 said:There is no specific way to define the "worst" way to die. If I'm honest, asphyxiation, burning, drowning, old age, getting shot...they're all pretty bad. I mean, hell, depending on circumstance any of the above can be a gut wrenchingly, mind numbingly horrific and supremely painful way to go out.
No, the worst ways to die aren't defined by what kills you. It's how the experience is.
The worst way to die is alone, knowing you're dying, knowing that your death could be helped, made easier or averted if you could get help, but knowing full and bloody well that there is no one who will help you, nobody to comfort you or save you. And most of all, knowing that whatever end you're facing, you have to experience every second of it with that knowledge that you've been abandoned and left alone.
So dying of infection, of a gunshot wound, of suffocation or some other horrid way really only matters if the psychological trauma is thrown in for the mix. With enough heavy shit on your mind, any way to die is the "worst".
There was an old comedy sketch about this although I can't remember what show it was from.... Essentially it was an advert for a company that you pay for. You wear a heart monitor and the moment they know you are dead they come around your house and get rid of all your "embarrassing things" before any of your relatives have to deal with cleaning out your stuff.Blue Hero said:Heart attack. Not just a heart attack though. A heart attack while you're looking at some truly disgusting porn on the internet and you die before you can close it so it'll still be open when they find you.
I'm terrified of this happening so I don't save anything on my computer and frequently delete my history.
Ah, yes...The Man Show. Those were the days...Tallim said:There was an old comedy sketch about this although I can't remember what show it was from.... Essentially it was an advert for a company that you pay for. You wear a heart monitor and the moment they know you are dead they come around your house and get rid of all your "embarrassing things" before any of your relatives have to deal with cleaning out your stuff.