Some friends have mentioned that they were confused or unbelieving about my previous post where I stated I wanted to die at a My Bloody Valentine concert.
Here's a couple other similar deaths (real or imagined) from today's news that I think illustrate my point.
Minutes after achieving the life long goal of a perfect game the 62 year old bowler collapsed and died at Ravenna Bowl in Ravenna
"This year I cranked up the training," says Ms. Johnson, a silver-haired, 81-year-old former Minnesota farm girl from San Jose, Calif., competing in her 21st consecutive New York City Marathon. "I want to die running. That's my goal."
I'd like to go out like that. Engaged in something that brings pure bliss, at a peak.