Since I was little I've always wondered what people thought about as they died. I don't mean 'died' as in, peacefully in their sleep. I mean the kind of 'died' where they can watch their blood drain from them, the kind of death that looks so painful, and is so utterly glorified in horror movies and video games.
Like, when someone falls down a cliff, and their body is mangled on the ground, broken and bleeding, and they know with their inner knowledge that they will not survive? What do they think about, specifically?
Very recently my thoughts have swung around to the event that a person is shot and lies bleeding to death in what seems like an inadvertent shooting.

Do they think of the person who shot them? Do they know that person, did they hate each other? Do they think about their dogs and cat, who will care for their pets when they are gone? Or of their friends and families, the people who loved them, the people they are leaving behind?
Is it possible that they think of their taxes, their final debts, who will have to pay for their funeral?
Or god? Do they think of religion and the deity who has betrayed them, left them to perish where they should not be perishing?
Do they think of world hunger, of famine and drought, war in other countries, of their pain and suffering?
Or sacrifice; do they think of sacrifice, the thought that they died, possibly to save another life, so their death is not in vain.
Do they ponder old memories, dredge up things long forgotten to mull over in their mind, to poke and prod and analyze?
Do they regret old losses, having never told that certain person that they loved them, never fearing they wouldn't have the chance again?
Do they think of long deceased relatives, whom perhaps they will meet in the after life?
Do they think of the afterlife?

Is it possible to think nothing at all? How about nothing and everything at the same time. Do they wonder what people think about in death?

I said I had always wanted to know, but my urgency to know was never a need for firsthand experience.

Right now, it's getting hard to see, and it's incredibly cold, and I've no idea why. I can still faintly feel the lead lodged in my chest, (and it broke a good many bones) and hear the blood rush in my ears, but now it grows faint.
Guess I'll never know what people think about when they die...