Archive for December, 2009

And you can have it all, my empire of dirt

December 26, 2009

This was Johnny Cash’s epitaph. What will be yours? will you even have one?

Will you live a life of luxury to fill emptiness inside of you? Will you be happy or just content? Will you say that you’ve lived your life with no regrets over what could have been or should have been?

I don’t know.

But on a random note, there’s a couple of funny nice famous last words

Claudel, Paul (1868-1955) “Doctor, do you think it could have been the sausage?

Eastman, George (1854-1932) “My work is done, why wait?” (His suicide note.)

Keynes, John Maynard (1883-1946) “I wish I’d drunk more champagne.

Louis XIV (1638-1715) “Why are you weeping? Did you imagine that I was immortal?” (Noticing as he lay on his deathbed that his attendants were crying.)

Marx, Karl (1818-1883) “Go on, get out. Last words are for fools who haven’t said enough.

Rodgers, James W. ( -1960) [American criminal] “Why yes, a bulletproof vest!” (On his final request before the firing squad.)

Villa, Francisco `Pancho’ (1878-1923) “Don’t let it end like this. Tell them I said something.”

My personal favourite:

Hey, fellas! How about this for a headline for tomorrow’s paper? ‘French Fries’!

  • Who: James French.
  • Notes: French, a convicted murderer, was sentenced to the electric chair. He shouted these words to members of the press who were to witness his execution.

 

What will be yours?