Moment of Death

What'll be the last sound you hear before you die? Do you think you've heard it before but brushed it off and as you die you think, "Oh, how ironic"? These are just a few questions that are flowing down the stream in my brain. And before these questions drown, I'll rescue them and give them the satisfaction of my opinionated answer.

I'm not too sure what the last sound I'll hear will be. As a romantic, I'd hope it would be my lover's last words, telling me he loves me. But that's mostly in movies, right? Yup. In reality, if my dream death doesn't work out, I believe the last sound I'll hear is the pounding sound of a headache I instantaneously formed as the blood rushes through my veins, and my heart beats abnormally fast. I probably won't be able to hear anything other than that.

I wonder if I'll die in some sort of explosion and will be missing pieces of my body like an arm or a foot. I don't even think I'll feel it. It'll be like ol' dude on Major Payne when he tells Damon Wayans he can't feel his legs ("Bubba, they ain't there!"). And to my left there'd be my arm just twitching away. In my mind, I'd be thinking, "How cool is that!" and then "GASP! That's my freakin' arm!" Vice versa.

What brought me to this post was the fact that my MacBook Pro died. And when it died, it gave off this detonating bomb sound. I thought my life was over. Not because the thing died. But because I thought I was about to die. The sound was so surreal. My heart was beating fast like a freakin' drum line competition and the butterflies in my stomach woke up and starting flying around, going apesh**. It was ridiculous.

And usually people say your life flashes before you. But it was the exact opposite. Death flashed before me, if that makes any sense. But, my MacBook Pro is alive, and so am I, so I suppose I'll meet death another time.