Phrase 10-I want to die while asleep like my grandfather, not screaming in terror like the passengers in his car.
“So, how would you want to go?” My friend asked. “I think I would like to go out in a meaningful way or go peacefully. I don’t want to die in pain.” We were just hanging out on a lazy summer afternoon. Our conversations had drifted towards darker and more serious topics.
I was quiet for a moment, before answering, “Yeah, I think I would like to go out peacefully like my Grandpa.” Grandpa had a good death; it was peaceful for him.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” My friend quietly said, before looking away. People always did that when you mentioned a family member or someone close was dead, no matter how long ago it had been.
“Eh, it’s okay. He died a while ago. I just feel bad for the people in the car.” I replied nonchalantly.
She looked over at me confused and propped herself up. “What do you mean feel bad for the people in the car?”
“I didn’t tell you how my Grandpa died?” I asked. I thought I had told her, but I guess not, as she shook her head.
“My Grandpa fell asleep at the wheel with passengers inside. They all died screaming, but old Gramps died in peace while asleep. Apparently, Grandpa was the only one who hadn’t touched a drop of liquor that night and told everyone he would be fine.” I said, with a casual shrug of my shoulders.
My friend stared at me, with her mouth gaping. I didn’t understand why she was shocked by it. There are worse ways to go like screaming in a car.