I was once discussing with a friend about my ideal way of dying- to be launched into outer space and asphyxiate with nothingness in empty space. I haven't contemplated the possible gruesome details, but who cares. Sounds awesome. My best friend in high school spoke of this as well. Dying in style, instead of accidental deaths like my scenario of a frozen poultry falling from the freezer and knocking you the fuck out to hell. Now, that's lame. Show up in hell- "So how did you get here?" "Got killed by a chicken". Not that any of this makes sense. No one knows where you're going to go when you die. Have you ever been dead? No. So I'm sure it'd be safe to assume that I don't have the slightest fucking idea of what I'm going on about.

Well at least now I know if I ever make it to be a filthy rich hateful old lady in the future, this is what I'm gonna spend it on. Launch me to space so I can die bitches.

At some point I was bored so I tried to piece together how dying from asphyxiation, strangulation or drowning works. Shouldn't it be the same? But then people say death by drowning is the worst, might just be all the water going up your nose and shit. I can't even tolerate water going up my nose in a bath so I imagine it's pretty fucking bad. The rest I imagine would probably be struggling then slowly drifting off into unconsciousness, the end.

The whole dying in space idea reminds me of a song I've had since 2005. 新居昭乃 - スプートニク (Akino Arai - Sputnik) The whole thing just made me really depress. Seriously, sometimes I think I have more sympathy for animals than humans. Not the PETA kind though. Those people are seriously just batshit crazy sometimes and go overboard. Haha, reminds me of the South Park episode about PETA.

"Sputnik II was one of the first artificial satellites in space. It's only passenger was a dog. Launched November 3rd, 1957 by the Soviets. The dog never made it back to the Earth alive.


The first living creature to enter orbit was a female part-Samoyed terrier originally named Kudryavka (Little Curly) but later renamed Laika ("Barker"). Laika was selected from ten candidates at the Air Force Institute of Aviation Medicine, because of her even temperament. She weighed about 6 kg (13 lb). The pressurized cabin on Sputnik 2 allowed enough room for her to lie down or stand and was padded. An air regeneration system provided oxygen; food and water were dispensed in a gelatinized form. Laika was fitted with a harness, a bag to collect waste, and electrodes to monitor vital signs. Early telemetry indicated Laika was agitated but eating her food. In October 2002 it was revealed by Russian sources that Laika had already died after a few hours from overheating and stress, not suffocation, as is commonly believed. If neither had taken place, Russian Mission Control had planned to euthanize Laika with poisoned food, as she would have burned up in the atmosphere during re-entry."

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