just one thing I have to tell you
 

or ask.

The person you're closest to. What would you tell/ask if you had a terminal illness.

I would tell the person I'm closest to the truth about my terminal illness. I wouldn't give any false hope. I would want that person to know exactly what might/will happen. I would also say that I am still the same person and I don't want to be treated differently. My life wouldn't stop if I had a terminal illness. I would live everyday until I died to the fullest.

(a) i also believe that is the right thing to do
but
(b) living every day to the fullest is impossible after you see what that does to the person you're closest to .....

i really hope this is hypothetical.
:(
honesty is always the best policy.
:)

i'd move somewhere warm... like jamaica, and spend my last days drinking all my drinks out of coconuts and feeling sorry for myself. perfect.

I'd like to think I could keep my big trap shut, but knowing how I deal with things, I wouldn't even have to say anything.

I would tell them that I would like to be creamated and have my remains shot into space.

I'd tell her that my arms will be wrapped around her forever.

I would tell them how much I love/appreciate them now, while I had the chance. I would ask for no pity.

I would tell them how I felt about them...and what specific things about them were special. I'd tell them my happiest memory of us.
I'd ask them to remember me. I'd ask them to do something lasting in honor of my memory...

This question scares me, by the way.

I would want my last moments with him to be filled with happy memories. Things that he can look back at and smile when thinking about me. I wouldnt want them to be memories of a hospital. I agree with Karma; i would move somewhere nice to live out the rest of my life.

id tell them about my illness...and then live my life to the fullest (something i try to do anyways) i would want to be with all of my friends and family during the last months.

First I'd ask for total and complete forgiveness, a blanket amnesty for the weeks and months to come, as well as for the past.

I'd ask him whom he would like to marry after I'm gone.

I'd ask for the prettiest, most impossible lies, and tell them too.

My last words will be "where are the car keys?" This will make him laugh, and give him a good story to embellish.

He'll open a suitcase with a list of people to call, the phone numbers. Funeral arrangements will have been made, but he'll have to call to finalize them under the name of "Tennesee Broomtassle." There will be a bottle of Oban in there to drink while he makes the calls. He'll have a tape recorder in there with a recording I made months earlier telling him how much I love him, and where I hid the car keys with the song "Should I Stay Or Should I Go?" playing in the background.