How to Die in Style
If you must die, die in style.
Don’t just collapse like a sack of neglected yams in the middle of life’s market. No. Stand up straight. Adjust your collar. Smile like you’ve been keeping a glorious secret that the world will never hear. Let them wonder what you knew that made you so calm while the building was on fire.
People think style is about clothes. Style is about timing. About leaving the room at the exact moment when the applause is still warm and your enemies are still rehearsing their insults. About refusing to trip over the same stone twice — and if you do, you trip like a ballet dancer, with pointed toes and the grace of a man auditioning for heaven.
Most deaths aren’t physical. They’re social deaths, emotional deaths, the quiet expiry dates stamped on dreams no one else knew you had. You don’t need a coffin for these — just the ability to bow without breaking.
And if you can’t bow? At least wave. Wave like you’re boarding a ship to a country where suffering is taxed and happiness is free. Wave like you meant to lose. Wave until their pity starts to look suspicious.
Now, there are rules. If you want to die well — whether in love, in ambition, or in public opinion — you must follow them.
Rule One: Don’t Die Cheaply
If you must fail, fail expensively. Let the stage lights be on you when you fall. Let your mistakes have pyrotechnics. There’s no dignity in quiet, dusty collapses that go unnoticed. If they are going to remember your death, let it be because it was unforgettable — a scandal wrapped in poetry, a tragedy with an aftertaste of perfume.
Think of the alternative: the unnoticed collapse, the kind where you just fade away until someone says, “Oh, he’s been gone?” No. Die so well they write an article about it. Make your exit such a spectacle that people start naming cocktails after you.
Rule Two: Never Let Them See the Autopsy
People don’t need to know exactly what killed you. Keep the cause of death vague. Was it heartbreak? Betrayal? Self-sabotage? Divine punishment? Let them guess. Let them argue over coffee about what really happened.
Never hand over the blueprint to your downfall. Mystery is oxygen. The moment they know the exact cause of your end, you become ordinary. And style is allergic to ordinary.
Rule Three: Outdress Your Disaster
When your career is crumbling, wear your best suit. When your lover leaves you, wear the shirt that makes strangers smile at you in public. When you’re broke, wear cologne so rich they think you’re laundering oil money.
If they are going to bury you, make sure the outfit is so magnificent they consider robbing the grave later. Don’t let your tragedy have better clothes than you.
Rule Four: Take Someone’s Breath Before You Lose Yours
Make sure, before you go, you’ve left someone speechless. Not because you begged for their pity, but because you made them see a kind of elegance they didn’t think was possible in ruin.
Walk away from love like a man who still has a waiting list. Leave the job interview you failed like you’re late for a better one. Let them remember not your fall, but the way you stood while falling.
Rule Five: Laugh Before the Curtain Falls
The difference between a tragedy and a legend is humour. If you can make them laugh as you disappear, you’ll be remembered as a story, not just a statistic.
A man who laughs while the walls collapse around him is dangerous — because he cannot be defeated. Nothing unsettles your enemies like you grinning while the wolves eat the door.
Rule Six: Leave a Signature Behind
It can be anything — a phrase, a smell, a poem, a rumour so delicious it refuses to die. People must stumble on traces of you long after you’ve gone, like a song stuck in their head with no title to Google.
Style is not about the performance; it’s about the aftertaste.
The Secret No One Tells You
Dying in style is not about the death itself — it’s about the refusal to let it define you. It’s about losing with such grace they forget you lost. It’s about walking out of the burning room without smelling like smoke.
And when your time comes — and it will, in one form or another — straighten your back, fix your tie, and go down like a man who rehearsed for this moment all his life.
Hehehehe Now my friend
If you need a line for your final bow, pick one:
“I wanted to make an exit worth watching.”
“I died as I lived — overdressed and underwhelmed.”
“Tell them I wasn’t crying, my eyes were sweating from beauty.”
“Gone, but you’re still talking about me.”
“The rumours were true.”
Now go. Fail. Lose. Disappear. But do it like it’s the most expensive thing you’ve ever worn.
Because if you must die — die in style.
Shuaib
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Pretentious. To be credible you'd have to put some of your advice into practice yourself. These are only words...Herostratus of Ephesus did something mega-infsmous to achieve great fame...and he did. Maybe should take a leaf out of his book...😉
The concept here is so interesting.
One of the best pieces I’ve read in a while👏🏼