Compiling a bucket list...

I'll be honest: I'm just a dirty, rotten idea-stealer. The concept of a "Bucket List" is one that has been around for a while. I liked the idea, so I'm writing one now.
Capisce?

Also, aren't numbered lists just so attractive? If your answer was negative, I will change your opinion in just a few short minutes.

Here goes...

1. Travel to Lichtenstein, just because I like the name of the place.
2. Learn another language. (Unfortunately, being quite proficient in Gangster is not achievement enough. )
   
3. Grow a beard. (Great for comedic value... Now the somewhat hypothetical 'stroking' of the beard when deep in thought would become a reality.)
   
4. See more live tennis.
5. Invent something revolutionary.
6. Go to Egypt and slide down the pyramids on a broken cardboard box. (It's been done on dirt hills, why not the giant ones?)
   
7. Have children. (I wasn't given these massive child-bearing hips for nothing, man!)
8. Collect classic novels from all parts of the world and build my own personal library.
   
9. Cook the perfect meal.
   
10. Live happily ever after with the man I love. (Refer to my post about male fictional characters and my warped perceptions of romantic reality. I think this will help in explaining why this item will never be crossed off my list.)

That's the list for the present. I will, no doubt, update this list over the span of my life.

To paraphrase the Umbilical Brothers, if you're gonna die, you have to die 'artistically'. If you could choose the way you kicked the bucket, how would you kick said bucket?

My choice: Impalement on the Eiffel Tower. Maybe it will be a freak sky-diving accident that puts me there. Maybe I have to scale the architectural masterpiece and lodge the tip into my stomach. In any case, it would be a cool way to go.

What do you think?