If you had 24 Hours to live how would you spend your last 24 Hours?

Question

I mean if you went to the doctor and he was like. "You have this strange conditon and you will die in exactly 24 hours." I mean I know it's a bit of a streach. But what whould you do? And the doc gave you a exact time. So you knew it down to the minute. You wouldn't get sicker and sicker. You would feel fine up until the time. Then you would just drop dead. I'm looking for some creative answers.

Answer 1

I'd be completely spontaneous with everyone... such as MAKING OUT with my crush for the past how long... regardless of what they think. Then I'll go out of the city and pay a pilot and sky-dive instructor to take me on a level 3 jump (far above tandem). Sure, it might not be safe... but screw it... I'll be dying anyway, lol. After my jump, I'd go to the LA Zoo (I live in Los Angeles) and go to the petting zoo. I'd milk a few llamas (I'm a sick, disturbed child...) and play with some lionnesses. After that... I'd go hot-air ballooning... Then I'd go to the UCLA Medical Center and put on my scrubs (keep in mind that I'm only 16, lol). I'll then make myself look like a college student by "taking notes" during an autopsy (I told you... I'm a sick, disturbed child.). Then I'd fill entire swimming pools with the following: grits, oatmeal, gravy, spaghetti, jell-o, and soda (the REALLLLY fizzy kind). I would then proceed to swim in these pools for about 2 minutes each and give a "rating" of what I thought it was like. Loll. I would then go to an old-folks' home and ask them to teach me how to play Bridge. I'd play a few hands and bid them farewell. Then I'd go and play with some daddy long-legs spiders. After entertaining small children with finger puppets while wearing a festive doily hat, I'll move on and proceed to check my email. After discovering that the only people who wish to talk to me are those offering Christian Dating Services, Mortgage Refinancing, and hard-core bestiality pornography with Penis Enlargment Pills spelled, "c!@li$" and "v!@gr@," I'd stroke my cockatiel for a little... because I love him. Then I'd go to a local supermarket and try to scope out some celebrities. If I find one with delicious attitude that I love... like Bette Midler or Kathy Najimy (a real bi*chy celebrity...), then I'd go and hug them. If I find some MORON of a celebrity, I'd tell them, "the cottage cheese has settled." Then I'd go and find my dad and SLAP the hell out of him. I'd pay a few policemen to chase me afterwards with their cars while I yell, "Nahh, coppuhs! Nahhhh!" I'd give them their 500 bucks afterwards and shake their hands. Then I'd offer them to join me for some cocktails. They'd naturally get fresh with me, asking if I have an ID... and I'll say, "...what? I don't drink." Then I'd skip off to a local blockbuster and rent The Color Purple. After crying after watching one scene... the one with Whoopi Goldberg when she sees her sister... no. I'd also watch the scene with Oprah Winfrey getting carried off to prison just because she spoke her mind to a NAZI! Then I'd go and try to find George W. Bush. If I can't find him, I'll find a look-a-like. I'd shake his hand in a very friendly manner... before breaking it. Then I'd run off while trilling in a high-pitched falsetto (probably in the key of A), I would've missed my oatmeal swimming pool by then, so I'd call my pool guy and have him fill it back up for a quick swim... lol. The bees will begin to swim around me, as I'll be covered in honey. Naturally, if one of them tries to get fresh with me and tries to sting me, I'll say, "why did you have to go and do that, Dorothy? Heh. It's funny... we'll both be dead in less than 24 hours." Yes. I name my bugs. Leave me alone. Then I'll bake some cookies (burning them, of course... because I'll be cooking them with a blow-torch for around 2 minutes, each.). I'll proceed to sell the cookies while dressed like a girl-scout in drag. If they don't like the cookies... I'll give them their money back... and then some. But I realize I'd be broke by then... so I'd sell my young, supple, and vulnerable body (HAHAHAHAHA! Crap... I wet myself.). After the Devil rejects my claim to refinance my credit cards and doesn't give me my loan, I'll go and serve jury duty for a little bit (about 3½ minutes). Then I'd go to Home Depot, buy a small stake of wood, and go and tell people, "Are you interested in what I'm selling?" Finally, when someone says, "what do you have?" I'll say, "I got wood."-- before bursting into a bout of maniacal laughter. Then I'll go and buy a Milky-Way bar because I always laugh my head off every time that stupid commercial comes on with that guy with the weird goatee eating the chocolate after his failed date; the chocolate bar is actually a woman which compliments him... and he laughs heartily (like a lumberjack). Realizing that I don't have a goatee like him and that the Milky-Way bar won't turn into a woman which compliments me, causing me to laugh like a hearty, burly lumberjack... I'd chuck it as far as it can go. Speaking of chucking, I'd see Chuck Norris nearby, roundhouse-kicking an elderly woman because she looked at him. I'd say, "What's up Chuck? Hahahahaha! I said 'upchuck'." He'd then glare at me before attempting to roundhouse-kick me in the jaw. I'd immediately whip out (hehe, I just wanted to say "whip out") another Milky-Way bar (didn't think I got rid of them, all... did you?) and I'd give it to him. She'd compliment him, telling him that he's a big hunk of manliness. He'd laugh heartily and I'll go giddy (hell, he's got the weird goatee thing going for him). Then I'll ask him why everyone on the internet makes fun of him nowadays, of which he'll respond by bursting into tears, screaming, "I don't know!" in a high-pitched falsetto. Obviously hearing the high-pitched falsetto cries, I'd begin to trill along with my own high-pitched falsetto (preferrably in the key of A). If he cries in the key of B, I'd call him a large, muscular BABY. Then I'd walk away while he drowns in his tears. I'd then go to my old school and punch the hell out of my principal... the damn pedophile. Afterwards, I'd go to an animal shelter and ask them to open up one of the cages that a cute, white bulldog is kept in. I'd hold him up, hug him, and then bite his cheek... stretching it gently so he doesn't cry. I'd then kiss him and put him down (oh god, I just said 'put him down' in a situation about an animal shelter. I'm messed up... :-/) Ok, here: I'd set him down gently into the cage he was in and I'll lock it up. Then I'll say, "Be sure to wear sunscreen" to the worker there... who'll look at me funny. Then I'd go by her and grab both of her ponytails and I'd pull slightly, while whooping and hollering. All the animals will get riled up, naturally. But I'd tell them that if they don't shut up... it's mystery meat for lunch the next day. They'd shut up then... Then I'll see Dog the Bounty Hunter coming into the kennel and my first reaction will be to kick him as hard as I can in his balls (he annoys the HELL out of me... damn Hawaiian hillbilly). I'd go to a 7-11 afterwards and act like I don't know what I want to buy. It'll piss off the worker there, but I don't mind. I'll scamper out of there quickly. Then I'd go to a pet store and spend around $783.46 on cockatiel stuff (new cages, food, etc.) I'd also buy a millipede... nah. Squeeky, my cockatiel, won't approve. I'd have someone take them to my house where the people in my house will start setting everything up. By then, I'm already coughing up blood... so I decide to retreat to my room. My bird manages to catch up with me and so he's on my stomache while I'm lying down on the bed. I tell him, "Oh Squeeky... I don't think I can make it."-- of which he replies, "Don't be such a baby. Dude, you'll be fine. This is all based in the hypothetical. You're not really dying." Then I'll say, "Is that why you're able to talk to me?" He'll reply, "I've always talked to you. But nobody knows you understand me. Shh." I ask him, "Am I insane?" He replies, "and/or imaginative." So I kiss him on his forhead and go to sleep in my fantastical thoughts.

Answer 2

take berocca performance and travel the world with the banks money cos they cant catch u in 24 hours and say u have 2 pay bak the credit u took off ur credit card. it will be debt u'll never have 2 pay back! lolz
id visit everywhere: italy, france, china, visit family in iran, dubai, usa, canada ect ect
lol
also i'd spend some time with my family but cos its the world cup i'd also go 2 germany and watch the games!
go IRAN and AUSTRALIA!!

Answer 3

i would have my will set and spend the rest of my time with my family, i wouldn't waste my money because the dr. might just be wrong. but while with my family i would be getting drunk having a good time. i lived my life a good life so i'm not afraid to go out.

Answer 4

i sure as hell wouldnt spend the time worrying about how much time i have left!!! i would just do some crazy stuff like go bungee jumping and sky diving so i can get a last thrill out of life!!!

Answer 5

Hi! I'd gather all my $ and belongings and give them away...then I'd run through the fields signing "It's Been A Hard Days Night". I'm actually quite serious.

Answer 6

Dude, ANY 24 hours could be your last. Business as usual. Let's not get philisophical about it; life's too f---ing short.

Answer 7

I'd go on a murderous spree. I have enemies and there is a Cardassian expression that says, "A man should not allow his enemies to outlive him."

Answer 8

Either whoring and partying it up or spending quality time with family (although that might be too difficult). But honestly, either one has its merits.

Answer 9

I would take all the money I owned and blow it off,like do things that i would not normally do like sky diving

Answer 10

i'd throw a fantastic bash to celebrate my last day on Earth and probably do some wild n crazy things...no wait, i keep doing those anyways, lol...

Answer 11

Praying for forgivness and asking others to forgive me for everything I have done wrong in my life.