This week I’m starting a new installment in my weekly blogs called Words to Live By. This week, here are some of my life philosophies regarding death.

I feel like falling to your death is not a bad way to go. If you can reconcile the fact that yes, you are going to die from this fall, and come to terms with it, you can actually sort of enjoy the moment. Some people pay upwards of 500 dollars for skydiving. You get to do it for free.

With that said, I would not want to die in a plane crash. Too boxed in. If I knew a plane was going down, I feel like I would try to escape. Open the hatch as the plane is free falling and jump out. Be free. It would be an unfortunate turn of events if the plane was, in fact, not going down. But I just move on instinct.

You can make an argument that being in a plane is no different that free falling. To which I say, if you had to die of falling, would you rather jump off a building, or jump off a building in a dark, windowless box? There’s your answer

I want to die in my sleep. So does everyone. But more than that, I want to have no idea I’m about to die. At all. I never want to hear the bad news at the doctor’s office, or hear that my heart will only hold out for 6 to 8 months. I want to go blissfully unaware and avoid all hard thinking about death.

Some people want to know. They want a chance to say bye. I don’t want that chance. My life should speak for itself, regardless of what my final words are. If I spend my entire life beating my children, then I tell them I love them at the very end, that doesn’t really do a lot of good. In that case, I recommend that they should not believe me. If I beat you, children, then I probably don’t love you very much