Three weeks ago, (if you answered the Friday Freedom Question) you wrote the first lines of your autobiography.
Now, if you’re willing, write the last words of your story.
Very Brief Rulz:
- These can be the last words/lines/paragraphs of your autobiography or of a biography someone else writes about you after you’re gone.
- Writing “[He/she/they] lived happily ever after” would be cheating.
As before, I’ll join in when I’ve thought about the question some more. I think this one’s going to be harder than the first line.
“Oh, shit! It’s my husband!” she exclaimed.
As John Galt said:
“It’s not the end – it’s the beginning.”
(But I’m still laughing at Bear’s last lines.)
He walked his own path, thought his own thoughts. He was kind when warranted and an a$$hole when needed. He raised his girls to fight hard and love harder. One thing is for certain, he wasn’t like anybody else I have ever known.
Me, too.
(Those aren’t my last words. At least I hope not! But me, too, laughing at Bear.)
Peace at last! Do not disturb me or I’ll eat your face.
“He played a bad hand to the best of his ability and tried to keep the damage he caused to a minimum. Toward the end he stopped hoping for the world to become a better and more free place, and worked on making himself a better and more free person – that turned out to be quite enough work for the time he had left.”
“And thus he became the first person in history to achieve immortality– the good kind– and left Earth in his Firefly-class spacecraft… and hasn’t been seen since.”
The question will always be; Did Shane live or did he die? But as for me I will certainly live until I die.
“His trophies at last he lay down” on DATE, and learned the answer to the Last Question before he had to grow up.
As many suggested, she really was a belligerent old cow, but life won’t be nearly as fun and interesting without her.
The HELL you say!
And that’s where the beer went.
Many others have written much better words than I ever could.
I’d like my family to play this song when I go.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A9uyMjzmT3k
Brokedown Palace
Lyrics By: Robert Hunter
Music By: Jerry Garcia
Fare you well, my honey
Fare you well, my only true one
All the birds that were singing
Are flown, except you alone
Gonna leave this brokedown palace
On my hands and my knees, I will roll, roll, roll
Make myself a bed by the waterside
In my time, in my time, I will roll, roll, roll
In a bed, in a bed
By the waterside I will lay my head
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
To rock my soul
River gonna take me, sing me sweet and sleepy
Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home
It’s a far gone lullaby sung many years ago
Mama, Mama, many worlds I’ve come since I first left home
Going home, going home
By the waterside I will rest my bones
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
To rock my soul
Going to plant a weeping willow
On the bank’s green edge it will grow, grow, grow
Singing a lullaby beside the water
Lovers come and go, the river will roll, roll, roll
Fare you well, fare you well
I love you more than words can tell
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
To rock my soul
“He swore with his last breath that he would claw his way out of the grave to take vengeance on those who had wronged him.
So they buried him face down.”
I think these are even better than the opening lines from earlier this month.
But … ahem, I suspect (gosh, wonder why?) that several of you guys are a bunch of utterly insincere jokers. And coloradohermit, there’s no way you’re a belligerent old cow.
I tried to think of a really good one, but my mind kept coming back to this: “Disconcerted as she always was to be even semi-hemi-demi-quasi-pseudo famous, she was pleased to slip quietly away.”
Thanks Claire.
“But a body was never found.”
“… and then he died.”