Sometimes I would make myself very still and try to imagine myself dead. I tried to invoke the feeling of the very last breath I would take.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I have sometimes imagined my own death and brought myself to tears.
I can feel myself dying inside.
Without meditation, I'd probably be dead.
Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call.
Dead people never seem to address the obvious - the things you'd think they'd be bursting to talk about, and the things all of us not-yet-dead are madly curious about. Such as: 'Hey, where are you now? What do you do all day? What's it feel like being dead? Can you see me? Even when I'm on the toilet? Would you cut that out?'
I don't spend a lot of time thinking about dying, but I like to think that I've - if it did occur - that I would die peacefully and not make too much of a fuss about it.
I think about death every day - what it would be like, why it would happen to me. It would be humiliating to be afraid.
I know that's why I became an actress. In my dream world, I could get mad and scream and yell, and if somebody died, they got up again. In real life, I didn't dare try it.
I'm going to die with my mind intact. And to me that is the most exciting way you could possibly die.
I used to work in a funeral home to feel good about myself, just the fact that I was breathing.