I’d write a letter.
A farewell to the people I love, a synopsis of why I’m thankful to have lived, a consolation why it’s okay and that I hope everyone won’t be sad for too long. A “thank you” to my parents for everything they did for me. And a request please not to waste any money on expensive coffins and headstones (and I know I couldn’t resist inserting some bad puns; over my dead body, I wouldn’t be caught dead supporting that sort of thing, I’d turn over in my grave, et cetera).
(I’d post it to the internet for all my e-friends, and print it for my digitally illiterate relatives and friends.)
That would probably take me 40 or 50 minutes. I’d spend whatever time I have left with my mom and dad.
I’d also try to think of something really wise and heart-warming to say as my last words. And when the time comes I’d probably say it wrong.