Have you put any consideration in where you would like to die? Well 76 year old Masafumi Nagasaki has it all figured out.
Upon deciding to shun modern society in the early nineties, leaving a photography career in the enterainment industry, mr nagasaki decided he would much rather live on a remote island far away from civilization…just off the coast of japan to be exact. Sotobanari, which translates as ‘outer Distant Island’ is small kidney-shaped island just a kilometre wide and has become the home in which Mr. Nagasaki has chosen to live out the rest of his life.
Via dailymail.co.uk: ‘Finding a place to die is an important thing to do, and I’ve decided here is the place for me,’ he said. ‘I don’t do what society tells me, but I do follow the rules of the natural world. You can’t beat nature so you just have to obey it completely.
Nature has certainty put him to the test since he has lived there, sending him several typhoons; wiping out most of the vegetation in which he relied on for shade. as well as swept away the tent in which he lived. Aside from typhoons Masafumi also fights off nightly swarms of biting insects, however, has managed to adapt well and even become quite comfortable…even opting to live in the nude.
For the first year he lived there he says he threw on clothes whenever boats passed his way, but slowly the island stripped away his embarrassment.
He added: ‘Walking around naked doesn’t really fit in with normal society, but here on the island it feels right, it is like a uniform. If you put on clothes you’ll feel completely out of place.’
While Nagasaki does take weekly trips to the main land to pick up a $120 donation from his family, water, and his staple food of rice cakes, he relies on nature to conduct the rest of his life. He collects rain from battered cooking pots to use for bathing and shaving and maintains a strict timetable which consists of daily stretches, prepping food, and maintaining the cleanliness of his camp. All of which must be done in the daylight before the insects come out in the evening.
And so while he admits that it’s not the healthiest living situation, Its been the result of alot of thought.
‘It hadn’t really occurred to me before how important it is to choose the place of your death, like whether it’s in a hospital or at home with family by your side. But to die here, surrounded by nature – you just can’t beat it, can you?’
So where it’ll be that you choose to spend you last years of crippling existence? A remote island where you can wither away while soaking up the ultra violet rays of doom… or how about some high tech hospital in which you’ll be force fed liquid chicken every night and jello cups while playing bingo with your fellow geezers? I’ll be at the beach… Preferably St. Barts with some hot model living out my lengthy years as a desired cougar, which of course only to be expected from the life of a scallywag.