Plane crash? I'd rather not... but for entirely different reasons......

So, not surprisingly, I managed to catch the first half of the Seinfeld Series Finale (a.k.a the worst ending to an otherwise incredible series) tonight. Why not surprisingly? Well, Monday night they were showing a clip show in the same timeslot, which led to a funny little constant-reference-to-Seinfled trip to Red Lobster, and of course included three bowls of Lobster Bisque to start....

George Costanza: You don't think she'd yada yada sex?
Elaine: [raising hand] I've yada yada'ed sex.
George Costanza: Really?
Elaine: Yeah. I met this lawyer, we went out to dinner, I had the lobster bisque, we went back to my place, yada yada yada, I never heard from him again.
Jerry: But you yada yada'd over the best part.
Elaine: No, I mentioned the bisque.

Anyway....

They're showing the part where their plane is going down, arguably the worst way to die short of drowning, imho, as you have a significant amount of time to think about stuff. Give me getting hit by a bus when I'm looking the other way any day. Seriously. Quick and painless. But whatever.... not my point. As they're thinking they're plummetting to their deaths, they start blurting out all these secrets and stuff.... well, you know what? Aside from it being a crappy way to die, I'm not overly sure I'd have much I'd need to get off my chest in that situation. I'm not saying I live a life of no regrets, far from it, but I like to think that I'm pretty open with those who are close to me, for better or for worse.

What am I saying? I guess if I were to die in a horrific plane crash with some of my closest friends, you can feel comfortable that you're not going to get much in the way of deathbed confessions. In fact, if you took a random assorment of people I know, it would take a very unfortunate sampling for me to have much to say under those circumstances.

I'm not sure what that means, or if it's necessarily even a good thing... but there you go.