Chuck Klosterman is obviously very obsessed with death (heck, his whole book is a paean to death) but one part of the assigned section I found especially interesting was his comparing dying in a plane crash versus dying in a car crash. I hate to admit that's something I have actually thought about myself a few times. Granted, dying doesn't appeal to me at all, and dying in a violent or tragic way even less so, but it seems as if a car crash would be over so quickly you wouldn't have time to form any rational thought on what was happening to you. It would be as quick as it could be.
A plane crash on the other hand is quick, but it still leaves enough time for abject terror. You would know what was happening to you for a long enough period of time to have clear thoughts about it, and enough time to work up a healthy dose of fear. Although I hope to never die at all (haha) if I have to, I definitely don't want it to be in a plane crash. And, if for whatever reason that is the way I am destined to die, I hope that I have the guts of the passengers of the plane that crashed into the farm in Pennsylvania on September 11th. Let's Roll. I want my legacy to be one of bravery, even in the face of terror.
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