If you knew you had one year to live, what would you do?

Travel, alternated with time with my family. I'd take them with me!

Murder my enemies. Seriously.

Run for my life.

Spend every dime I have eating all the shit I haven't eaten in decades.

Be an advocate for the Death With Dignity cause.

I take it this is yet another borderline retarded question from the Program Troll.

I'd do exactly what I'm doing now which is what I've been doing for years. I figured out what kind of life I wanted to live and set about creating it. It's not rocket science.

Travel. Visit family and friends. Hunt down and kill people like r6.

Japan

Start doing drugs--all of them

I would travel some, spend time with my closest friends and family like other posters said. Do what R4 and R5 said. And I would make sure my cat had a loving family to live with and take care of him after I'm gone.

Stop worrying!

I will likely live another 30+ years, I guess I should stop worrying anyway, huh?

Travel, sex w/ lots of random people, fill up all my credit cards to the max

Travel [to warm, sunny beaches], booze, hard-core drugs, eat anything and everything I want, fuck anybody I can, foster a bunch of dogs [especially old, sick ones who don't have much time left] -- and yes, towards the end, kill a couple of evil people.

R2 how many enemies do you have? Have you considered that the problem might be you?

Travel and fuck.

I would make sure I had my estate in order, spend more times with my friends and family, indulge myself, and when the time came to climb the six foot ladder, I would choose someone truly despicable and evil, who was ruining the lives of innocent people, and I would take them out.

I would make sure I had my estate in order, spend more times with my friends and family, indulge myself, and when the time came to climb the six foot ladder, I would choose someone truly despicable and evil, who was ruining the lives of innocent people, and I would take them out.

Eldergay here. I am pushing 60 and recovering from prostate cancer. I am fine. But, like everyone else, I don't know how long I'm going to live.

So I packed up and moved to Maui. I seldom wear shoes. I walk with my husband on the beach every day. Life is good.

My only regret is not having done this sooner.

If it's contagious, I'll go meet the orange fascist and all his enablers.

Well, forget international travel at this point. I guess I would keep doing what I am doing. We have been hosting dinners for small numbers of friends at a time in our backyard.

Move to Italy. Eat. Experience the beauty of art and music. Give away money to friends. Make donations to charities.

Spend every day trying to bring my partner happiness.

Get a really hot body and take a lot of sexy pictures to leave behind so at least they could say "he had a great ass, but he couldn't live forever."

R2 & R7 - before murdering my enemies, I'd torture them over several days.

Aside from a trip or two, I'd keep working. I love my work and it allows me to help people. I'd let all my friends know how much they've meant to me too. As a whole, I don't have many (if any) regrets in my life.

Great food and travel with the very few loved ones in my life, commission a glorious portrait of myself just for fun, and I'd burn down the house of the dog abusers down the street and find those two miserable dogs wonderful pampering new owners.