I have danced with death and seen death quite a few times. I am not scared by it. In fact in many ways I embrace it. I have been told for the last 3 years on and off that I was either dying or gonna die due to illness. I think when I do die it will be for something entirely different. One of my close friends seems to think I will live long enough to dance on everyone else's grave. When I do die for whatever reason, I want my friends to have an irish wake and a roman orgy. That being said, I had a friend who had been diagnosed with HIV. He died of a snakebite. One can never be sure.
*nod* Indeed, one can never be sure, which makes my morbid musings a sort of pointless mental masturbation. But the thoughts are there, meaningful or not.
OTOH, if I get around to trying to write some of the stories in my head, I can use some of these thoughts for how my characters die, I guess.
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OTOH, if I get around to trying to write some of the stories in my head, I can use some of these thoughts for how my characters die, I guess.