The inevitability of death and how you cope with it.

[leedsrevolution]

I went for a piss last night and went to wash my hands (bet some of you filthy cunts don't even bother). There was a tiny little beetle in the sink, not even half the size of the nail on my small finger just scrambling around in the sink. So I went ahead and washed my hands but making sure any of the splash back didn't catch the little beetle, let's call him Jeremy and wash him away.

I felt that I had some decisions to make at that point. Do I

1.) Avoid washing him down the sink with the water but just leave it at that.
2.) Purposley wash him down the sink because fuck insects and imagine if they got into my bed at night.
3.) Make an actual effort to get the bug, go downstairs, let him out into the garden.

I went for option 1. I made sure he didn't go down the sink and made an actual effort so that didn't happen. I actually felt quite proud. I didn't play God.

However, I've just been up for a piss. There he was, brave Jeremy. He had gotten out of the bowl of death and onto flat surace. But he was dead. I thought I had a bad day but this little bastard spent all his energy getting out of the curved watery bowl of death to then just die on the flat surface. I feel incredibly guilty that Jeremy died.

So did I make the correct decision?
Do you even care?
Does death scare you? Ie: the whole point of this thread and you've just read about Jeremy the little beetle In my sink you must be well bored.

[niko_cee]

He was probably in the final stages of beetle aids when you first came upon him.

Or maybe that's how he got it.

[Spikey M]

Jeremy sounds like a right Faguette.

[Ian]

I didn't play God.

You decided his fate, surely you played God either way?

[ItalAussie]

#PrayForJeremy

[Henry]

I'm not sure I do cope with it, apart from not thinking about it much. As I read in some essay or other a while back, we've engineered society in such a way as to avoid it almost entirely.

[Shindig]

There's a horrid inevitability I'll get cancer in my lifetime. I have to be ready for that.

[Shindig]

It's easier to list off the immediate family members who haven't been diagnosed. And it's a big family.

[Dquincy]

Risk of death didn't seem to bother these idiots. I mean really?!

http://news.sky.com/story/more-than-100-killed-in-pakistan-tanker-crash-10926453

[Spikey M]

They live in fucking Pakistan. It'd be a relief.

[niko_cee]

All this collecting leaking fuel is tiring, I need a cigarette.

[Spikey M]

I just escorted a spider - We'll call him Maxwell - out of the Bathroom window. Live long and prosper, Maxwell. I shall see your kin in the Autumn.

[Dquincy]

I just escorted a spider - We'll call him Maxwell - out of the Bathroom window. Live long and prosper, Maxwell. I shall see your kin in the Autumn.

He probably fell to his death.

[Spikey M]

He probably fell to his death.
Ground floor bathroom, bitch. He'll be smashing some Arachno pussy as we speak.

[Alan Shearer The 2nd]

I do my best to remove bugs without killing them but if they're awkward and test my patience too much as they try to jump off the paper/card I'm transporting them on- spiders being the worst, I can no longer guarantee their safe passage.

[niko_cee]

Ground floor bathroom, bitch. He'll be smashing some Arachno pussy as we speak.

Doesn't that usually end in death as well?

[Shindig]

I like how the fat flies that make their way to my kitchen get trapped behind the blinds.

[Mellberg]

All this collecting leaking fuel is tiring, I need a cigarette.

Darwin ruthlessly taking out all his mates. What a fucking moron.

Driver survived as well. Ouch.

[Spikey M]

Doesn't that usually end in death as well?

Aint no bish bringing my man down.

[Bartholomert]

I only kill bugs if girls are watching so they think I'm hard, otherwise I escort them outside on a napkin.

[niko_cee]

Wouldn't that work better the other way around?

[bruhnaldo]

I used to murk bugs constantly then I realized they're all God's little creatures so i try to just fuck off and mind my own business.

Last week a ladybug jumped on the windshield and was riding with me down the road. Normally my first instinct would be "murder murder murder, kill kill kill" but I thought no no, God's creatures "innit".

So we're rolling down the road and I'm thinking "damn, my boy, you're gonna be far from home!"

I, thus, moved onto other thoughts. All of a sudden a slight drizzle started (it's Florida, it rains every other hour). I hit my windshield wipers and then quickly realized OH SHIT but it was too late.

I'd like to imagine he/she flew away before this all happened and I wasn't responsible but I cannot be sure.