how would you prefer to die?

Originally posted by @drewnogal
I initially thought of a bullet to the back of the head; anything instant and in complete oblivion, but it sounded a bit harsh.

I think morbid might be a better word for the whole thread but anyway...what colour are/were the roses?

Originally posted by @torunn
That was a nice thing you said, thank you.

Passing away in one's sleep with a clear conscience would be fine too.

I tend to say nice things on a Sunday.

You'll detect grumpiness in my posts tomorrow.

Originally posted by @ghost-of-a-duke
I tend to say nice things on a Sunday.

You'll detect grumpiness in my posts tomorrow.

Life's too short to be grumpy...chill dude.

Originally posted by @ponderable
In my sleep would be nice.

It depends on age and circumstance though, I presume.

Indeed. I wouldn't want to go in my sleep at 45. (My next birthday).

Originally posted by @ghost-of-a-duke
Indeed. I wouldn't want to go in my sleep at 45. (My next birthday).

At that age one would certainly hope not. Happy birthday in advance, just in case I miss it. I am substantially "older".

Originally posted by @great-big-stees
I think morbid might be a better word for the whole thread but anyway...what colour are/were the roses?

I have a few - white, pale yellow, peachy pink, creamy tangerine, magenta pink, cadmium reddish-pink and a burgundy red. Please don't ask me their names as I've lost their labels.

Originally posted by @drewnogal
I have a few - white, pale yellow, peachy pink, creamy tangerine, magenta pink, cadmium reddish-pink and a burgundy red. Please don't ask me their names as I've lost their labels.

Well they certainly are just "one colour" named. Whatever happened to just red or pink. Why the hyphenated names?

Originally posted by @ghost-of-a-duke
Indeed. I wouldn't want to go in my sleep at 45. (My next birthday).

Enjoy your forties. When you get to your sixties you'll start wondering how many summers and Christmases you have left.

Originally posted by @drewnogal
Enjoy your forties. When you get to your sixties you'll start wondering how many summers and Christmases you have left.

Really? Those things have never crossed my mind and I am in my 7th decade.

Edit: What I do ponder is whether or not I still have some scotch left. Gotta go check.

Originally posted by @great-big-stees
Well they certainly are just "one colour" named. Whatever happened to just red or pink. Why the hyphenated names?

They are all very subtle shades as I don't like primary colours in my garden.

Originally posted by @drewnogal
They are all very subtle shades as I don't like primary colours in my garden.

Good answer. A woman who thinks outside the box. 😉

Originally posted by @great-big-stees
Really? Those things have never crossed my mind and I am in my 7th decade.

Edit: What I do ponder is whether or not I still have some scotch left. Gotta go check.

That reminds me... Yes, I have a bottle of white wine still.

Originally posted by @torunn
That reminds me... Yes, I have a bottle of white wine still.

I have some Jura single malt left, enough for a couple of wee drams, one of which I just enjoyed. 🙂

Originally posted by @great-big-stees
I have some Jura single malt left, enough for a couple of wee drams, one of which I just enjoyed. 🙂

A good evening then. 🙂

Originally posted by @drewnogal
I initially thought of a bullet to the back of the head; anything instant and in complete oblivion, but it sounded a bit harsh.

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