I went to lunch with some friends yesterday. The fish tacos were good, the conversation, better. At one point, one of my friends, who is currently working in the Young Men's program, said:
"I asked some of the boys on Sunday what they would do if they found out that they only had 24 hours to live. Nobody really had an answer, but a few of them mentioned that they would spend some time reading the Book of Mormon. I didn't tell them this, but that is he stupidest answer, ever. It's like opening the road map after you've arrived at the destination."
We all had a good chuckle, but it is a question that deserves some thought. What would you do?
Here are my thoughts:
If I knew I was going to die at Noon tomorrow, I figure I would spend some time getting my paperwork in order - life insurance, wills, etc. Write a farewell letter to my loved ones. Then I would spend the evening with my wife and kids. I would eat whatever I wanted. Lots of smoochin'. And I would probably stay up most the night repenting. The next morning I might spend some time writing some thank-you notes, and making sure there aren't any remaining fences that need mended.
One thing for sure, is that I would arrange my schedule so that when my 24 hours were up, I would be in the temple. (I know...you can say it: Genius.)
While dying in the temple might prove inconvenient for some, I figure that it would be good on several levels:
1) It would sound so awesome at my funeral. "This good brother died while in the service..."
2) It would give the temple workers something different to talk about, and a sense of relief - because odds are, it should have been one of them.
3) When I arrive at the Pearly Gates, St. Peter can give me wink and say. "Well played, Brother. Well played."