Dieu me pardonnera. C'est son métier. Translation: God will forgive me. It's his job.
(Heinrich Heine, dying words)

And now, in keeping with Channel 40's policy of always bringing you the latest in blood and guts, in living color, you're about to see another first (an attempted suicide.
(Chris Hubbock, who shot herself during a broadcast)

This is the fourth?
(Thomas Jefferson, dying words)

Such is life.
(Ned Kelly, Last words, before being hung at Old Melbourne Gaol)

Go on, get out. Last words are for fools who haven't said enough.
(Karl Marx, dying words to his housekeeper)

Drink to me.
(Pablo Picasso, dying words)

Why yes (a bulletproof vest.
(James Rodges, murderer, on his final request before the firing squad)

They couldn't hit an elephant at this dist--
(John B. Sedgwick, general, dying words, 1864)

Crito, I owe a cock to Asclepius; will you remember to pay the debt?
(Socrates, dying words)

What is the answer? In that case, what is the question?
(Gertrude Stein, dying words)