| Last words | Person | Occupation |
| KHAQQ calling Itasca. We must be on you but cannot see you. Gas is running low. | |
| I have offended God and mankind because my work did not reach the quality it should have. | |
| I can't sleep. | |
| I go to seek a Great Perhaps. | |
| Am I dying, or is this my birthday? | |
| I am not the least afraid to die. | |
| I should never have switched from Scotch to Martinis. | |
| Hello. | |
| Nothing, but death. | |
| No. | |
| Lord help my poor soul. | |
| Where is my clock? | |
| That was the best ice-cream soda I ever tasted. | |
| | Last words | Person | Occupation |
| Plaudite, amici, comedia finita est. (Applaud, my friends, the comedy is finished.) | |
| I'm bored with it all. | |
| France, armée, Joséphine… (France, army, Josephine) | |
| That was a great game of golf, fellers. | |
| Either the wallpaper goes, or I do. | |
| A dying man can do nothing easily. | |
| It's very beautiful over there. | |
| Go away. I'm alright. | |
| On the ground! | |
| Das ist absurd! Das ist absurd! (This is absurd! This is absurd!) | |
| Now I can cross the Shifting Sands. | |
| I haven't had champagne for a long time. | |
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