I think I'd do a lot of the crazy things that I've always wanted to, but have been too scared or held back to try, like skydiving, deep sea diving, bicycling across China.
I'd buy a little place way out in the Mojave Desert, and spend some of my last days out there in the sunshine and Joshua trees, away from noise and worry, put my heart into a piece of art as an expression of whatever meaning I found in life. The desert is an introspective place. Maybe try a kind of peyote or ayahuasca experience! Sort of like Timothy Leary's passing.
I think something that would be kind to do is to contact all the organ transplant consortiums, ask them to find the youngest and poorest people on their list, who has the least chance of receiving an organ for transplant, and commit my squishy insides to those neediest people, and make sure it only goes to them.
Maybe better than skydiving and bicycling across China would be trying to use the time to help other people as much as possible or put everything into a movement that I really believe in.
I think of that brave guy who climbed beneath the main reactor at Chernobyl during the disaster to look for a leak. If there had been one, like he thought there would be, he would have died-- in fact everyone expected him to die, a beautiful gesture of self sacrifice. How wonderful that there wasn't a leak. If my life were about to expire, it would be a good thing to do something similar.
