On Death

I hope when I die, that I go out in a totally awesome way.
We all say that, but I’m not sure people know what it actually means.
I want to go down, in a hail of gunfire, while I’m protecting some life-giving medicine…
Meanwhile, as my eyes are slowly closing…
I reach out to the hot chick who has accompanied me on this journey…
And who has yet to realize her feelings for me, and me for her…
And I hand her the medicine and say, “Go! Get this to the village!”
And with tears in her eyes, she turns and goes… because it’s bigger than both of us.
And somewhere off to the right, someone is holding a boombox high in the air.
And from the speakers, comes “We Are The Champions”, turned up to ten.
That would be the best death ever.

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