- I've been thinkingabout how I want to die.
We all have to die.
It would be weirdif there was one person here
that didn't know that.Like, "What?
I've been thinkingabout how I want to die.
I want to get hit by an arrow.
Who's hit by arrows anymore?
That never happens.
I want to get hitby an arrow.
And not, like, in the woods
where it wouldkind of make sense.
I want to be waiting for,like, a crosswalk
to change,just like...
And you know, if one hits you,three more are on the way.
Who the [bleep] is arching meright now?
I would crumble to the earthwith a smile on my face.
That would be the best wayto die.
I thoughtabout the funniest way to die.
It's me, I've been hit,hopefully by arrows,
I'm on the groundand I'm dying,
and somebody's passing by,and they see me dying,
and they come and they kneelbeside me to be
with mein my final moment.
Unwritten social rule.
That's what you're supposedto do.
So he'd kneel beside me,and I see this man.
Then I get a second wind,
and I lean up,and I go...
But then I just die anyway.
To lean up with vigorand declare, like,
"Mm-mm, not today.
I guess today."
Then you fall back down,
and diarrheashoots down one of your legs.
Then they put "Not today"on your epitaph,
'cause you can't argue,you're gone.