1. What happens when you eat at McDonald's too often.
2. Guy in a black cloak wielding a big scythe. See grim reaper.
2. Guy in a black cloak wielding a big scythe. See grim reaper.
by Blargh July 11, 2004
Death is The End of life.
Think of life like a movie and death is when the power surges and blows out the TV. Death is when the film gets so damaged that even if you were to get the electricity back on, the movie will never play again. Alive is only the memory, gone is the spark that made the movie play…or the person alive.
Life is too short and death is too long. You don’t have all the time in the world, so go out and enjoy life as much as you can. Life is like a beautiful flower…flowers fade; people you love either leave you or die. No matter who or what you love it will not last forever, it will come to an end, as all good things do. Death is your final wake up call. Wake up and live before he knocks on your door.
Think of life like a movie and death is when the power surges and blows out the TV. Death is when the film gets so damaged that even if you were to get the electricity back on, the movie will never play again. Alive is only the memory, gone is the spark that made the movie play…or the person alive.
Life is too short and death is too long. You don’t have all the time in the world, so go out and enjoy life as much as you can. Life is like a beautiful flower…flowers fade; people you love either leave you or die. No matter who or what you love it will not last forever, it will come to an end, as all good things do. Death is your final wake up call. Wake up and live before he knocks on your door.
by OneBadAsp October 18, 2006
by Mr M December 10, 2004
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by Glycerine13433 February 23, 2008
some call it the end, some call it the beginning.
1. I call it the time of my life when I am settled firmly in the ground, rotting and beginning to smell and occupying space that will inevitibly violated by desperate citizens of the future world who, fearful of the diminishing land mass of their landfills, unearth my shrunken corpse of bones and worms and hastily send me to a creamatorium. There, and only there will I be able to reak havoc on those retched, materialistic bastards by unleashing my virulent, miniscule dust cells into their children's sleeping nasal cavities.
2. Or, you could call it the end of life.
1. I call it the time of my life when I am settled firmly in the ground, rotting and beginning to smell and occupying space that will inevitibly violated by desperate citizens of the future world who, fearful of the diminishing land mass of their landfills, unearth my shrunken corpse of bones and worms and hastily send me to a creamatorium. There, and only there will I be able to reak havoc on those retched, materialistic bastards by unleashing my virulent, miniscule dust cells into their children's sleeping nasal cavities.
2. Or, you could call it the end of life.
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by Chadwick Jones March 19, 2004