My brain has always been a bit quick. Maybe not the brightest, but definitely the quickest. Even up until my final moments, I was able to process every last detail. My body lagged behind, unable to keep up with the gears turning up top. If I get a do over, I'd like to have a body that is able to keep up with my brain. That, or a slower brain.
I'd like to not feel the bullet that is approaching my skull as it bores into my brain box. Well, it's kinda boring to just think about the lump of metal inching toward my right eyebrow since I can't really do anything about it, so I won't dwell too deeply on that for now.