great thread!

OK, I am dying. My last meal would be a dozen oysters for appetizer, some high quality sashimi of various fish, a pound of boiled crawfish, and creme brulee for dessert.
my last words would be "here goes nothing!"
my last song would be MOTE, so I could fade away into nothingness to the skronk of lee ranaldo...

Song: Robert Johnson- From Four Till Late
Meal: 3 Manwiches, seasoned curlies, corn on the cob and a coke
Last Words: Don't forget to give my love to Rose
Yes, at my dying breath the best I can come up with is a Johnny Cash reference.

coke rots your teeth joel. Wouldn't want a bad mouth in case there's any necropheliacs at your funeral. But good call on Robert Johnson! I haven't listened to any of his stuff in months.

Good thread. But I don't have a clue.

dont stop till you get enough by michael jackson
cocaine and cyanide (fish n chips as well)
cuntingfuck.

I have a tummy ache. Hopefully I don't need to get the Kirsty Maccoll CD out just yet though.

we are all here. shit that means i have to pay that bloody library fine.

its not much like £1. 20 or something. soon they will send round the bailiffs to take my laptop as payment!

yeah! mote! that's the best song for dying

Song: Music For The Masses (whole album), or The Diamond Sea. Can't decide.
Meal: Heroin, ecstacy, grass and a glass of milk.
Words: I fannncyyy youuu!

For food it'd obviously be something vegan.
The song would probably be the song Kick A Hole In The Sky by You Am I.

I think I'm gonna die tryin' to kick a hole in the sky...

Song :The Diamond Sea
Meal: Primo's Pizza and around 50 Grey Goose and Tonics
Wyrds: Fuck, please don't kill me, I'll suck yr dick, please I'll do anything, I'm a sniviling peice of shit with no dignity, I'm not wyrth yr bullet please god don't kill me, I'll suck yr dick...

Music: Blowin the Blues Away by Horace Silver
Meal: The bread and wine of communion
Words: Abhor that which is evil; cleave to that which is good

i have no problem with eventually dying but since i'm not expecting either suicide nor the electric chair i can't predict what the fuck will be going on around me when it happens. i do vaguely wish however that the "soundtrack" is composed of hot sexy moans, my last "meal" is pussy, and my last words are something like "aaaaaaaaahghghghghghghghgahahghghghagaaaaaahhh!!" .

Song: Sometimes - MBV or The End - The Doors
Meal: a nice traditional Italian pizza, some bread, some fine olive oil, and a 6-pack Black Cherry Jones Soda
Words:"If anyone asks, I'm out to lunch"

i almost forgot-- that was fucking funny.