my great grandmother
died when I was about 12. I went to see the body in the casket and I recall my mum telling me that my great-gran had woke up from her bed where she was lying having been ill for some time and asked for a glass of sherry.
She drank her sherry, said thank you and goodbye and died.

That's how I want to go....not only drinking but dropping dead just when it's my round...result!
( sneep used to date Freddie Starr's hamster, Fri 29 Feb 2008, 15:37, 2 replies)

Funnily enough,
we were discussing this in the pub recently. i thought the best way to go, would be a nice clean heart attack, just after ordering a large round; making sure all my mates got a final drink on me, even better a free one? Surely we thought the barstaff wouldn't pry the cash out of my dead fingers? Then again, they are miserable sods at the best of times....
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Fri 29 Feb 2008, 19:37, closed)

That happens a lot
not running our on your tab, but the "one last one" thing. People can be unconcious, not eating or drinking for a week and then...

They come to, ask for a favorite dish or drink, sit up in the garden, smile and talk to everyone for a few hours, then go back to bed and never wake up. No knows why; we call it a rally. It's particularly cruel if the family doesn't understand what's going on-they think Daddy is spontaneously cured and start praising Jesus.
Next morning, uh-oh.
(TDub Nunc id vides, nunc ne vides on, Sat 1 Mar 2008, 18:43, closed)