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[mrmyth]

Holy shit. What happened to the killer?

Not a damn thing. He did his best Michael Corleone by casually tossing a hood over his head and walking off. He dropped the gun a block away in an alley. I jetted before the cops showed up, but either nobody got a good look at him, or was unwilling to give a description. Even I don't remember what he looked like. This is did happen at a basketball court/park in summer, so the fact that it was packed to the gills helped quite a bit.

 

[MrSingh]

Saw a 7 year old get his head crushed in a giant revolving door. His mom was screaming for help in vain as the boy lay in a pool of blood. This happened last year in Roppongi Hills (this is where Xbox 360 will debut in Japan), and as a result of that the property owner had every single revolving door replaced with auto sliding doors.

I'm sure it won't be long before someone gets crushed in one of those sliding doors...

 

[Scrow]

considering how long i've been alive (23 years in July) and how often people die it is strange that i've never seen anyone die.

 

[Tommie Hu$tle]

considering how long i've been alive (23 years in July) and how often people die it is strange that i've never seen anyone die.

Keep living.

 

[kablooey]

I can only think of one occasion, though technically it probably doesn't count. I was 13, and in India with my family. We were driving through a tourist area, with traffic backed up for literally hours. Eventually, we saw that what was holding things up was a biker that had fallen off of his bike...and his head was severed in the process, apparently, because it was detached from his body. My parents tried to cover my eyes (heh), but I'd already seen it. I had nightmares for weeks after seeing that...

 

[El Papa]

That gundown story is crazy.

I was with my great-grandmother when she died in the hospital.

 

[kablooey]

God, I didn't read any of this thread before posting, because I was afraid of the kinds of horrible stories people would have...and I was right. Some of these are absolutely awful. My condolences to Smiles & Cries first of all, and I guess I am lucky to not have seen anyone that I was especially close to or loved die.

AS for the fear of death...well, fuck yeah I'm scared of death. Who wouldn't be?

 

[AniHawk]

My grandpa passed away this morning. He was 82.

He celebrated his birthday on April 1, the same as my dad's, in the hospital. The last time I heard him speak was when he was eating dinner last Friday, that how good the food was. When we left that night, he recognized me and my sister and held our hands. Sunday was the last day I saw him, and he was sleeping.

He passed away on a Tuesday, due to cancer, after three days of sleeping, exactly like my other grandfather did.

There won't be a funeral, just a memorial service for him.

He wrote an autobiography in 1999. I've read a lot of it, and I got to know him better through it than I ever did in person. I doubt I can ever go back to reading it though.

 

[distantmantra]

Back in 2001, one of the professors at my undergrad university was shot and killed in front of me and other students as I was walking back to my dorm after class. Pretty messed up situation.

 

[Jim Bowie]

Thankfully, I have not, but my condolences to all those who have. Especially S&C.

As an addendum to the question, what was going through your heads when you realized that the victim of the reaper you saw was in fact deceased? S&C is excluded from this, because I'll probably cry if you tell us your thoughts

 

[Manabanana]

Heard someone who overdosed on heroin going berserk a couple nights ago. Shook me up a bit. She sounded like she wanted to die. Crying and heaving and screaming... I'm not sure if she's still alive, but I could hear her wailing even after they closed the doors to the ambulance.

 

[Kabuki Waq]

My grandpa passed away this morning. He was 82.

He celebrated his birthday on April 1, the same as my dad's, in the hospital. The last time I heard him speak was when he was eating dinner last Friday, that how good the food was. When we left that night, he recognized me and my sister and held our hands. Sunday was the last day I saw him, and he was sleeping.

He passed away on a Tuesday, due to cancer, after three days of sleeping, exactly like my other grandfather did.

There won't be a funeral, just a memorial service for him.

He wrote an autobiography in 1999. I've read a lot of it, and I got to know him better through it than I ever did in person. I doubt I can ever go back to reading it though.

My condolences Anihawk.



I myself have never seen anyone die. I did lose both my grand parents on mom's side a year apart. My grandmother died in my uncle's arms and my grandfather died in my moms arms. I was in a diffrent timezone each time. I would like to think that given the choice i would prefer to be there until a loved ones last breath. I think the only real phobia i have is having someone i care about die without me being there to help or something.

 

[rc213]

Yes, my first girlfriend when i was 13yrs old. After school we were eating lunch when her brother passes by and tells her she needs to go home. As they were walking away someone started shooting at her brother from a car (Brother was a gang banger). They missed him but hit her twice in the chest, she died later at the hospital.

 

[radioheadrule83]

My Grandfather went in a similar way. He had a cancer of the throat, I forget the precise term of the condition. I never saw him actually die but I saw him in bed with tubes going into his neck and stuff. I was younger at this point, I was in my young teens and my brothers are younger than me.

All of his grandkids were quite close to him, so when we all got brought in to see him lying in bed at home with equipment and tubes at either side, I don't think I properly understood it, but I knew something was very wrong.

I hadn't been told that he was fighting cancer, and I never noticed him becoming ill. Either I didn't know what to look for, I was well shielded from it, or his deterioration was quite quick. The last time I saw him, we got brought in to see him, and he was sleeping a lot. He was woken up to see us. I remember at the time thinking he looked very weak and obviously very ill. He didn't appear to be in pain, I like to think not - he looked more restless than anything. I remember thinking at the time - why on earth did my mum and dad want me to see this? To me back then, it was just a weird and horrible experience, and not the way I'd of liked to have spent my last visit. But now that I think about it, I'm glad I had a chance.

He did speak to us. He was happy to see us. I say happy, but obviously everyone in the room, and especially himself - must have been both sad and scared stiff at what was going on. I think at that stage though, the adults in the room must have also known the inevitable... I was the only one out of I and my brothers who went to the funeral. At the crematorium they played a tape he'd made with all of the grandkids singing while he played organ. It was bittersweet and it's really stayed with me. When I see my cousins, whenever I play my keyboard, sometimes I'll think about that. If I'm ever fortunate enough to raise such a large family for myself, and be placed in the same situation, I think I'd wanna see my Grandkids, and I'm very glad for every moment I got to see or visit my Grandfather. I don't visit my Nan anywhere near as much as I should... This thread makes me want to see her and the family all in one place again. Not because of guilt or fear that she'll drop dead - but I just remembered how much I used to see everyone. It seems to have gotten harder to button down and do as you get older.

Sorry for your loss AniHawk. Sorry for anyone else's obviously.


It makes me feel ill just thinking about it, but the only connection or correlation my eyes have had with death is in one of the beheading videos that I saw posted on the Internet. I don't know what I expected, I don't typically have morbid curiosities... I guess I just didn't think that in spite of history, there were acts still in the world so brutal. Obviously I knew atrocities occur all the time... but actually seeing one was a wake up call, and an image will probably stay with me forever.

 

[robochimp]

I've never seen anyone die. But part of my job is performing autopsies. Its not a normal thing.

 

[Date of Lies]

When I was 8, I found my grandma dead in her room. She died of lung cancer.

 

[Drozmight]

You have a job doing autopsies? Always kind of wanted to get into that field after watching a few episodes of autopsy on HBO. Only because I don't work well with others and it seems like a job where its just you and an assistant and paper work.

You have to go to med school?

 

[gohepcat]

Back in 2001, one of the professors at my undergrad university was shot and killed in front of me and other students as I was walking back to my dorm after class. Pretty messed up situation.

Randomly or was it someone he/she knew?

 

[robochimp]

Nope you dont need to go to med school. I work in a patholgy department. In an autopsy I do all the cutting and removal of organs while the Pathologist looks at each organ and takes samples to be made into slides.

I have my BS in Biology and the job I have just requires a High School Diploma at minimum

 

[ImNotLikeThem]

Heard someone who overdosed on heroin going berserk a couple nights ago. Shook me up a bit. She sounded like she wanted to die. Crying and heaving and screaming... I'm not sure if she's still alive, but I could hear her wailing even after they closed the doors to the ambulance.

that sounds more like a heroin withdrawl, not an overdose. you OD on heroin, you start to pass out first, then go full out unconscious. eventually you turn a blue-green and then you die.

 

[Mumbles]

Hmmm...

Saw a toddler fall out of a window onto concrete when I saw a kid. I remember thinking about what I could do to help, realizing that there really wasn't anything I could do at all(thee were plenty of other people around, running for phones and the like), and just moving along.

And I suppose it doesn't really count, I saw somebody lying dead in the street while riding the bus in high school. The guy's head was busted open, so there wasn't much doubt.

And my grandfather. Lung cancer.