The Dying Words of Socrates, Jesus, Eric Garner and George Floyd

He walked about and, when he said his legs were heavy, lay down on his back, for such was the advice of the attendant. The man who had administered the poison laid his hands on him and after a while examined his feet and legs, then pinched his foot hard and asked if he felt it. He said “No”; then after that, his thighs; and passing upwards in this way he showed us that he was growing cold and rigid. And again he touched him and said that when it reached his heart, he would be gone. The chill had now reached the region about the groin, and uncovering his face, which had been covered, he said—and these were his last words—“Crito, we owe a cock to Aesculapius. Pay it and do not neglect it.” “That,” said Crito, “shall be done; but see if you have anything else to say.” To this question he made no reply, but after a little while he moved; the attendant uncovered him; his eyes were fixed. And Crito when he saw it, closed his mouth and eyes.
 
Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.
Verily, I say unto you today, thou shalt be with me in paradise.
Woman, behold thy son. Behold thy mother.
My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?
I thirst.
It is finished.
Father, into thy hands I commit my spirit.
 
Get away for what? Every time you see me, you want to mess with me. I'm tired of it. It stops today. Why would you...? Everyone standing here will tell you I didn't do nothing. I did not sell nothing. Because every time you see me, you want to harass me. You want to stop me Selling cigarettes. I'm minding my business, officer, I'm minding my business. Please just leave me alone. I told you the last time, please just leave me alone. please please, don't touch me. Do not touch me. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe.
 
I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.
Mama, mama, mama, mama.
Mama, mama, mama.
Mama, mama, mama.
All right, all right. Oh my God. I can't believe this. I can’t believe this
I can't believe this man. Mom, I love you.
Tell my kids I love them.  I'm dead.
I can't breathe or nothing man. This cold-blooded man. Ah - ! Ah -Ah! Ah-Ah !
Mama, I love you.   I can’t do nothing.
My face is gone.  I can’t breathe man. Please! Please, let me stand.  Please, man I can’t breathe.
My face is getting it bad.
Please, I can’t breathe.  Please, man.  Please man!
Please, man.
I can’t breathe.
I can't breathe. I can't breathe. Ah!  I'll probably just die this way.
I can’t breathe, my face.
I can’t breathe.  Please, I can’t breathe.  Shit.
I will, I can’t move.
My knee, my neck.
I can't breathe. I can't breathe. Ah! I'll probably just die this way.
Some water or something, please. Please? I can't breathe officer.
You’re going to kill me, man.
Come on, man. Oh, oh. I cannot breathe. I cannot breathe. Ah! They'll kill me.
They'll kill me. I can't breathe. I can't breathe
Ah! Ah! Please.  Please.  Please.
 
 Bob Elmendorf