So Miles, the putz mentioned in my last post, actually had a pretty cool hobby, which was collecting the last words of famous people. For your enjoyment, I include a selection, hand-picked from the internet.
Pietro Aretine: Now I am oiled. Keep my from the rats.
Lady Astor: Am I dying or is this my birthday?
Alexander Graham Bell: No
Leonard Bernstein: What's this?
Johannes Brahms: Ah, that tastes nice. I thank you.
Luther Burbank: I don't feel good.
Lewis Carroll: Take away these pillows. I shall need them no more.
Anton Chekhov: It's been a long time since I've had champagne.
James Dean: That guy's got to stop. He'll see us.
Emily Dickinson: The fog is rising.
George Eastman: My work is done. Why wait?
Queen Elizabeth I: All my possessions for a moment of time.
Adolf Fischer: This is the happiest moment of my life.
Edmund Gwenn: Dying is easy. Comedy is difficult.
Oscar Wilde: Either that wallpaper goes or I do!
Pancho Villa: Don't let it end like this. Tell them I said something.
General John Sedgwick, Union Commander, Civil War: They couldn't hit an elephant at this dist...
FDR: I have a terrific headache
Karl Marx: Go on, get out. Last words are for fools who haven't said enough.
Richard Feynman: I'd hate to die twice. It's so boring.
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