Recent discovery I've made of the last words of historical, or just popular, figures:
H. G. Wells: “Go away: I’m alright.”
General John Sedgwick (during the heat of battle in 1864): “They couldn’t hit an elephant at this dist——!”
Bing Crosby: “That was a great game of golf.”
Douglas Fairbanks, Sr.: “Never felt better.”
Franklin D. Roosevelt: “I have a terrific headache.”
Jesse James: “It’s awfully hot today.”
Anne Boleyn: “O God, have pity on my soul. O God, have pity on my soul.”
Sigmund Freud: “This is absurd! This is absurd!”
Tony Hancock (British comedian): “Nobody will ever know I existed. Nothing to leave behind me. Nothing to pass on. Nobody to mourn me. That’s the bitterest blow of all.”
Phillip III, King of France: “What an account I shall have to give to God! How I should like to live otherwise than I have lived.”
Luther Burbank: “I don’t feel good.”
Voltaire (after being asked by a priest to renounce Satan): "Now, now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies."
Beethoven: “Applaud, my friends, the comedy is finished.”
Humphrey Bogart: "I should never have switched from Scotch to Martinis."
Oscar Wilde: "This wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One of us has to go"
James Brown: “I'm going away tonight.”
And my favorite,
Socrates: “Crito, we ought to offer a cock to Asclepius. See to it, and don't forget.” (This was an offering done in hopes of a cure for an illness)
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