I’d want to travel back in time so I can get shot and killed in front of myself so that hopefully the reoccurring dreams the ensue from the trauma will help me get the fuck out of the way of the bullet the next time around while still saving the world from the next plague.

No. Fail. You have to choose a scene from a movie. Like I’d pick Lucy Liu’s death in Kill Bill when she’s scalped.

If half life, full life consequences counts as a movie, I’d want to get stepped on by the next boss.

C’mon, John, we all know you’re going to die like Mr. Creosote in “The Meaning of Life”.

Speaking of John’s time travel thing, what would have happened to Marty McFly if he never got his parents back together? Would his corporeal flesh have dissolved into the ether while his consciousness slipped into an empty, yawning void between worlds? Would his mind, after several thousand years of hideous awareness in the black abyss, finally cannibalize itself with insanity and just scream and scream and scream and scream? Because that would be pretty funny.

John said:

I’d want to travel back in time so I can get shot and killed in front of myself so that hopefully the reoccurring dreams the ensue from the trauma will help me get the fuck out of the way of the bullet the next time around while still saving the world from the next plague.

12 Monkeys, nice!

I would like to be stabbed in the eye with a coat-hanger, shot 6 times, fall off a balcony, mysteriously disappear, reappear at a hospital, get shot in both eyes, engulfed in flames after my doctor fills a room with pure oxygen and ignites his lighter, stumble forward (while on fire) in a desperate attempt to kill my last remaining blood relative, fall and die…reappear 20 years later in California, get shot, stabbed multiple times, fall off another balcony, be declared dead, have my body (in the back of an ambulance) stolen by my sister, awake from previous injuries, cause my sister to wreck the ambulance, be pinned between the ambulance and a tree, have my sister behead me with an axe.

I would like to violently take over a criminal organization, steal peoples wives, even if they don’t really like me, blow lines of coke the size of my fist, indiscrimanently kill people because I feel like it, get drunk on power, and take half a Columbian death squad out while going down in a hail of gunfire (something I’ve previously mentioned), made up of bullets that can’t hurt me.

Evan said:

I would like to violently take over a criminal organization, steal peoples wives, even if they don’t really like me, blow lines of coke the size of my fist, indiscrimanently kill people because I feel like it, get drunk on power, and take half a Columbian death squad out while going down in a hail of gunfire (something I’ve previously mentioned), made up of bullets that can’t hurt me.

but would you want to have sex with your sister?

No. And neither did he. I would just want to kill any man who was no good for her. If that happened to be everyone, well, deal with it.

Matthew, that was the single best answer ever.

Heidi said:

No. Fail. You have to choose a scene from a movie.

It is a scene from a movie, dummy. Matt got it.

Big Bill said:

If half life, full life consequences counts as a movie, I’d want to get stepped on by the next boss.

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!

ok, after kicking this around for a while ive got a couple runner ups:

staying behind to blow up a nuke on an asteriod headed for earth, thus saving the planet from destruction and allowing my buddies to escape.

or

recieving an imaginary head wound after my real self shoots himself in the head after coming to the conclusion that its the only way to stop his imaginary freind from destroying the credit companies,.

but i think i really have a tie between either:

having shia labouf jam a big hunk of metal into my chest

or

being shot in the back by mark david chapman, securing my spot in the hearts of music fans everywhere, and leading this guy to question everything he knows about reality.

Your first two are amazing. I want to steal them as mine.

Point taken. I fail.

I would want the new friend, into whom I helped inspire a meaning to life, to suffocate me with a pillow after having my energetic, rebellious ways literally lobotomized from my brain.

I plan on saving the life of my enemy on top of a roof covered in birds and then dying peacefully, shirtless in the rain, after giving a really purty speech about spaceships.

Or, y’know, stabbed in the face with corkscrew like Crispin Glover from the fourth Friday the 13th movie.

disappearing into the Nothing or maybe having my entire body cubed into little pieces by lasers.

damn, my link didnt work.

maybe stephen king finally killed steve in an attempt to hide the conspiracy. even dead, nixon wins.

http://www.lennonmurdertruth.com/

whew. i thought we lost a hero. a hero fighting for truth. like a shadow. a shadow in the night.

definitely a wood chipper, no question. head first, with my socks still on.

Justin said:

I plan on saving the life of my enemy on top of a roof covered in birds and then dying peacefully, shirtless in the rain, after giving a really purty speech about spaceships.

All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.

Time to die

Or, y’know, stabbed in the face with corkscrew like Crispin Glover from the fourth Friday the 13th movie.

Good… good fuckin god. I cannot—CANNOT—watch that without welling up with emotion. Fucking hell. Justin wins the thread. Justin wins the whole goddam internet.

I’d like to approach a clown as he offers to show a group of mobsters a new trick in which he makes a pencil disappear. Unfortunately, the pencil disappears into my skull, as my head is slammed into the table.

I think the official rule is that a movie has to be at least a year old before referencing isn’t considered lame.

LAAAAAAME.

id like to wander around as a second rate character through someone elses story, feeling totally out of the loop, attempting to figure out what ails my friend at the request of the king. questioning my existence the whole time. and just when i think i have a grasp of the situation, be hung by a bunch of traveling actors.

ok, how about fighting the president of the United States on the back hangar of a plane and having him wrap some netting around my neck, spouting off a witty line, and then pulling my parachute cord so it snaps my neck, allowing my lifeless body to parachute down to the abyss below.

i definitely needed to see a dirty sexy harrison ford before work today. thank you!

two gary oldman deaths in a row. awesome.

For the sake of accuracy, Crispin Glover wasn’t killed by a corkscrew in F13pIV. The corkscrew was used to nail his hand to the kitchen counter, while Jason mashed his face piece with a butcher’s knife.

Also, I would want to die lying in bed with an ominous black obilisk floating toward me in a room created for me by Jovians.

You’re quite right. In my memory, all that I remember clearly from that movie is Glover’s seductive dance.

It was his performance in this movie that bagged him the role of George McFly. I have seen it in DVD specials.

Derrick said:

id like to wander around as a second rate character through someone elses story, feeling totally out of the loop, attempting to figure out what ails my friend at the request of the king. questioning my existence the whole time. and just when i think i have a grasp of the situation, be hung by a bunch of traveling actors.

What movie is this?

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead?

Justin said:

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead?

You are correct!