My underwear. Don't want to go to the great beyond with skid marks;)

Yes, I'd change into a shirt and tie.

Yes! Into some comfy footsie Pajamas!!!

Certainly. I'd want to be discovered in my best outfit.

Change what? My disbelief in religion? My eating habits? The state of my closet? My daily routine? My life insurance policy? Who I say "I love you." to? Anticipation of my death would bring up a lot of things. Some I would change. Some I wouldn't be able to change. And if I only have one day to change anything, would it matter? Why would I bother?

My mother always told me to wear clean underwear in case I was ever in an accident. So yes. Definetly I would change my underwear.

I'd change my underwear!

We are always changing, would like to say that I am living my happy life.

I wrote a poem a few years ago....part of it goes like this; I would: Wash the feet of my best friend And Cry Laugh so loud that all of the World would hear Then Cry Tell all that were near to me that I loved them Then Cry Again Lie upon the grass soaked by the early morning dew and watch clouds go by And Still Cry Feel the warmth of the Sun upon my naked chest standing in a field of flowers And Cry some more Catch a butterfly and marvel at the wondrous colors of its wings While still Crying Walk barefoot upon the beach sands as waves lap at my feet Crying tears into the water Ride my bike outside of my hometown to fish again beneath the old covered bridge And just Cry Hike the deer trails once hunted searching for the lobed hoof prints of the great buck Crying silently all the while Not bother to look at a watch or ask what time it was And continue to Cry Give my calendar away to another to mark the passage of time Still Crying Think about all of the good times spent with those I loved Crying all the while Close my eyes to rest and listen to the sounds all about me and to my heartbeat Crying softly With eyes closed, stand in the rain and taste the rain as it falls from the clouds Crying still Then open my eyes and wipe away the tears in my eyes And look into the eyes of God And ask God why he is crying Stand waiting and after a quite awkward pause, suddenly to hear the voice of God reply I cry for the same reason you have been crying, I am so happy you’re here!

My Will.

What would be the point?

Why bother?