Hypothetical questions

You know those questions, questions you throw out when you are
1) bored
2) want to understand the receipient of the question better
3) making conversation
Just questions that gets you thinking, open ended questions that could have any many answers as people replying to them.

Questions like
1) If you have a million dollars (this figure usually goes up in accordance with inflation) what would you do with it?
2) If you are in madly love with this girl and the day before you marry her she tells you she was a man (Richard instead of Rachel, Fabian instead of Faith, Joseph instead of Josephine, Paul instead of Pauline), what would you do?
and of course
3) What would you do if you only have one month to live?

I once posed 3) to a friend and her reply was really classic
"I would slap the people always wanted to slap and then apologize to them, profess my love to the people I had a crush on and then hope I really die cause I would be to embarassed to live any more. "

What about me? If I only had one month to live, what would I do?

Honestly I do not know, as I don't think I am ready to die. There is much that I have yet to do that I always wanted to.
1) I have yet to accompany my mum to Swatow. Background: My grandmother used to visit Swatow when she was still alive with my aunt and other relatives that I have no idea exist until weddings and funerals and I know my mum always had this tug in her heart that she never accompanied my grandmother there. I always wanted to fulfill this desire of my mum's.
2) I have yet to write a novel, which had been a long standing dream of mind
3) I have yet to drive a Maserati
4) I have yet to establish myself in the corporate world
5) I have yet to see the Lakers live in the Staples Centre or Barcelona in the Nou Camp
6) I have yet to make my first million
the list goes on and on
but most importantly, at my funeral, I believe only my mother and maybe a couple of close friends would shed any tears (maybe some people will shed tears of joy). Not that I am a sadist, I like to see people cry (even in death) but my point is I have yet to impact many lives in a manner that my departure will result in a sense of loss for them.
Simply put, I am not ready to die.

A friend of mine told me she asked her boyfriend (at that point in time) if he could tell the world one thing, what would he say. His reply was "I would tell the world about my life." When she told me that I spluttered a reply of "Why in blue hell would he do that? What's the big deal about his life? Is he Jack Welch? Is he Billy Graham? Is he Tiger Woods? Who gives two hoots about his silly mundane, self-absorbed existence?". Well in all honesty, her boyfriend then is my good friend but this excerpt of his life causes me to be rather disinclined to declare any close association with him.

Russ asked me the other day "What would you sacrifice for the one you love?" in all seriousness. After enduring my questions like "Are you planning to elope?" he got my answer, "its all a matter of the payout (I am a bottom line driven salesperson who was academically trained to be an accountant after all), if the payout justifies the sacrifice, short of 1) Renouncing my faith 2) Disowning my parents 3) self-mutilation I probably would do anything. " Well, this story is somewhat longer than this but since its not my story I am not at liberty to reveal further. Just that when our conversation progressed much further I told Russ I hope he will be famous one day if nothing so that I may make money out of writing his biography.