You are told you have 7 days before you die…what are you going to do?

WYNIR0

I'd have to release the population of my dungeon I guess. Wipe my hard drives and search history. 

honest answer would be I'd get out into the countryside with my Wife, kids and parents.

Bellycaster

I'd have to make a Will and then sell all my gear to Richtone quick to save my family from the hassle of it. I'd be pretty busy through my last 7 days. Fucking Typical. Might just get the last day in for Beer and Curry, though.

Petepassion

Bellycaster said:

I'd have to make a Will and then sell all my gear to Richtone quick to save my family from the hassle of it. I'd be pretty busy through my last 7 days. Fucking Typical. Might just get the last day in for Beer and Curry, though.

Yes! Beer, whiskey and curry would definitely be involved 

breakstuff

VimFuego said:

probably clear out all the sex toys etc. Wouldn't want whoever clears out my place to find them!!!

What you doing with them Vim?

Asking for a friend.

snowblind

Have I just watched that video tape from "The Ring"?

Offset

EricTheWeary said:

So, I'd want to know the certainty of the 7 day thing. 

About 25 years ago someone told us a very amusing tale at a dinner gathering.  I can't do it justice as he's a brilliant raconteur, but I'll give it a go.

An acquaintance of his was a wealthy chap.  Lived in Bermuda and had (I believe I'm right in saying) his own insurance bussiness.  He'd been feeling progressively more unwell and finally went to see his doctor where he received some bad news - terminally ill.  A year at most.  So he decided to go out with a bang - sod treatment, lots of travel, fine dining each and every day, pissed it up like a good 'un - the full monty.  The net result was that his weight ballooned massively, so much so in fact that he could only wipe his own chuff with the aid of a loofah/bog brush around which he'd wrapped some arse-wipe...

Anyway, 18-24 months following his diagnosis not only was he still alive but his previously present symptoms seemed to have disappeared.  So he went to see the doctor who gave him the original diagnosis.  The doctor was flummoxed - all traces of this hitherto terminal illness had disappeared.  Unfortunately by this stage he'd blown most of his not inconsiderable wealth and weighed the same as a small house...

Certainty is king :-)

HAL9000

I wouldn’t start reading any long books.

fretmeister

Your mum.

(Sorry - I had to do it.)

Kurtis

Party my tits off. 

BillDL

I would go and get a tattoo across my brow on the 6th day that read "Don't you dare say 'he looks so peaceful now' - I am dead, not just sleeping. You are not named in my will, so fuck off".

Petepassion

BillDL said:

I would go and get a tattoo across my brow on the 6th day that read "Don't you dare say 'he looks so peaceful now' - I am dead, not just sleeping. You are not named in my will, so fuck off".

...only to discover it wasn't the certainty you were led to believe

Sporky

VimFuego said:

probably clear out all the sex toys etc. Wouldn't want whoever clears out my place to find them!!!

You've only got seven days... 

tone1

You are told you have 7 days before you die…what are you going to do?

Depends who’s telling me……

Offset

tone1 said:

You are told you have 7 days before you die…what are you going to do?

Depends who’s telling me……

Kittyfrisk

^ Poor Harry 

Ozzie744

Following a physical the doctor called and told me he had bad news and he had worse news.
I said "Give me the bad news". He said "You only have 48hrs to live".
I said "What could possibly be worse than that?"
He replied "I forgot to call you yesterday!"

Benm39

Is this a not so subtle means of helping EmpFab to decide what car he should buy?

Teetonetal

I would go and try all of the mtb jump Lines I've been too chicken to do because I can't afford to have a huge accident.

I'd also like to get really, really high just before I die.

Sporky

I probably wouldn't turn up for work. I've got a fair bit of Lego to get through. 

Springywheel

I'd check into five star hotels all over Europe, wining and dining in fancy, expensive restaurants  every day, all day. Maybe throw in some hookers and coke for good measure.