I nearly got taken out by a momma moose while I was trying to pet her baby in Alaska, there’s a non-zero chance this is how I’ll meet my demise as well.
I saw a baby moose, it was about 5’ tall and I didn’t see the mom anywhere so I figured I could probably pet it and get away but she was standing in the brush line about 50ft away. When I got near the baby the mom charged out of the tree line and my wife drug me back into our truck. I can’t adequately explain why but it’s the same lack of survival skills that lead me to pick up a snapping turtle (in my defence they were in the middle of the freeway and I moved them to the shoulder).
I dunno, maybe with a 12 gauge slug, or maybe buckshot, but, with anything lesser than that, I’d be pretty skeptical that it’s a my preferred choice of death.
My wife’s uncle attempted suicide by shooting himself in the head. He not only survived, but he’s mentally disabled now. His wife has to spend the rest of her life changing diapers and caring for him like he’s a child because he scrambled his brains. There’s no hint of the person he used to be anymore; he can’t even speak proper words.
I wanna go out in one of those embarrassing ways where people don’t discuss it. like discovered with my pants around my ankles swinging in the pantry after trying autoerotic asphyxiation.
Suicide/accidental is a crap way to go out. I’m shooting for “death by misadventure,” myself.
I’ll die trying to pet something I shouldn’t, and at least get to cuddle with a lion cub before mommy lion rips my throat out.
Sounds worth it. Especially if you live to tell the tale a bunch before it finally catches up with you.
Just a lion out there hunting you down john wick style
I nearly got taken out by a momma moose while I was trying to pet her baby in Alaska, there’s a non-zero chance this is how I’ll meet my demise as well.
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Why?
I saw a baby moose, it was about 5’ tall and I didn’t see the mom anywhere so I figured I could probably pet it and get away but she was standing in the brush line about 50ft away. When I got near the baby the mom charged out of the tree line and my wife drug me back into our truck. I can’t adequately explain why but it’s the same lack of survival skills that lead me to pick up a snapping turtle (in my defence they were in the middle of the freeway and I moved them to the shoulder).
lmao I’m glad your wife was there 😂 I do agree that the turtle had a valid reason!
I’m not sure, a bullet in the head is - among all the others - one of the better ways to go. Maybe preferably at 70, not 17, but still.
It’s less about how I go and more about how I’m remembered.
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When you’re dead, you don’t care anymore about that
I dunno, maybe with a 12 gauge slug, or maybe buckshot, but, with anything lesser than that, I’d be pretty skeptical that it’s a my preferred choice of death.
I hate to be morbid, but people don’t realize how easy it is to screw up shooting yourself. It’s a shitty way to go unless you know what you’re doing.
From the family’s Facebook:
My wife’s uncle attempted suicide by shooting himself in the head. He not only survived, but he’s mentally disabled now. His wife has to spend the rest of her life changing diapers and caring for him like he’s a child because he scrambled his brains. There’s no hint of the person he used to be anymore; he can’t even speak proper words.
Please don’t do this to your loved ones.
I’m aiming for death by snu-snu but I’ll probably have to settle for cancer.
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Wow… scary how close this is
That’s funny, I just watched a Tasting History episode that advised against death by misadventure.
I like that show too!
Isn’t “misadventure” just aka “accident”?
A specifically reckless sort of accident, yes. But it sounds so much better in an obit.
I’ll grant you that. “Died by aviation misadventure” definitely sounds a lot better than “accidentally drove his paraglider into the side of a barn”
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Going for “Killed by The Architects/Guardians” myself
I wanna go out in one of those embarrassing ways where people don’t discuss it. like discovered with my pants around my ankles swinging in the pantry after trying autoerotic asphyxiation.