Assuming, what will you miss when you die that isn't a person?

[Gawen]

Water - seeing it, smelling it, listening to it, swimming on, in and through it.

The sun on my face.

The warmth of my children in my bed on a cold weekend morning.

Cheese and Liquorice (not together)

The female form in general and Vanessa Paradis in particular.

Cycling in deserted hills on a cold morning.

Good call on the liquorice...water too.

[Gawen]

Insulting the French.

*laffin*

[Gawen]

Getting mashed and jamming with my guitarist and drummer mates (I'm a bassist)

I was a bassist and drummer many years ago.

Real ale

Oh yeah...forgot about that!!

[Gawen]

Football
Sex
Bacon
Legos

In that order?

[Gawen]

I regret missing seeing how things turn out, will we build on Mars or around distant stars?
I could console myself with the thought everything will go to shit and I'm better off out of here.

That's part of what I meant in missing new discoveries.

[Asmodean]

the smell of gasoline and asphalt,

burnt Avgas for me...but asphalt? Asphalt? Really?

Well, I suppose the smell is actually that of bitumen, but I do really like the smell og newly-laid asphalt concrete.

[Pharaoh Cat]

25 Burgers: http://www.25gourmetburgers.com/index.htm

[Sweetdeath]

I'll definitely miss Japanese curry. It's like my favorite food ever.
I'll miss dying my hair, laughing at a silly cat meme, and making costumes.
The smell of coffee, the ocean, and fresh cut grass.

[OldGit]

What does coffee with ocean and grass taste like?

[hismikeness]

Football
Sex
Bacon
Legos

In that order?

Eh, not quite, now that you mention it. More like sex, bacon, football then Legos. 

[Sweetdeath]

What does coffee with ocean and grass taste like?

I don't wanna   know. ;_;

[Gawen]

What does coffee with ocean and grass taste like?

I don't wanna   know. ;_;

Sweetness... that was a joke too...*laffin*

[lomfs24]

Kevin Bacon? Really??? LOL!

I would miss watching a clay target shatter into a thousand pieces right after the sharp punch of a shotgun in my shoulder. Nothing makes me forget stress then a round or two of trap shooting.

[OldGit]

When I was fitter I also shot clays, but it didn't relax me.  Shooting vermin, yes. Also I already miss the summer's evenings loosing arrows at the target, the whop of the arrow punching into the straw.  The feeling a split second after you loose, knowing it's going in the gold.

[Crocoduck]

1 Lap dances from sweaty strippers named Mercedez, Jazmine, Peachez or Sparklez.

2 Trying to explain to my girlfriend why I came home covered in body glitter and smelling like a French Whore.

3 Cheap Vodka.

4 Cheeseburgers.