for the first three days i would probably lock myself away from the rest of the world and fall into deep contemplative thought about my own mortality and how i lived my life. Among the reminiscing of precious past memories, i will probably experience spontaneous panic attacks because thought of dying is scary as shit. eventually i will come out of my shock and inner contemplative shut-in state and will start breaking the news to my loved ones. i understand that they will all probably want to hang out with me as much as they can the few days before i die, so i figure they will probably be the ones making all the plans, and i'll just be dragged along, happy that I've made a significant impact their lives.
my last words will be, "party on wayne" "fuck the police" or i will just make a weird face and point at someone random in the room. that would really fuck with them for a while.