The thing that is so fascinating about a person’s final words is, of course, that the person rarely knows those utterances will be his or her last.
One of my favorite poems is W.S. Merwin‘s “For the Anniversary of My Death”:
Every year without knowing it I have passed the dayWhen the last fires will wave to meAnd the silence will set outTireless travelerLike the beam of a lightless starThen I will no longerFind myself in life as in a strange garmentSurprised at the earthAnd the love of one womanAnd the shamelessness of menAs today writing after three days of rainHearing the wren sing and the falling ceaseAnd bowing not knowing to what.
Here are ten of those now-famous, or at least, interesting, last words:
“Pardon me, sir. I did not do it on purpose.” – after she accidentally stepped on the foot of her executioner as she went to the guillotine.
“I am about to — or I am going to — die: either expression is correct.”
“Bugger Bognor.”” – to his physician, who had suggested that he relax at his seaside palace in Bognor Regis.
The good folks over at Laughing Squid decided to give iconic historical figures updates to some pretty dated looks. C’mon, once every four hundred years or so…everyone deserves a spa day!
William Shakespeare in skinny jeans? Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Lord Chamberlain’s Barista? Noooooooooooooo!
Is that Elizabeth the First, the Virgin Queen, or is that my Statistics professor? Well, half of that nickname is probably right….
Marie-Antoinette, the Lindsay Lohan of the 18th century….
Henry VIII, apparently after becoming a vegan (and of course he won’t shut up about it).
Admiral Horatio Nelson looking dapper with his new mechanical 21st century hand! Ladies????