Famous Last Words: Virginia Woolf couldn't keep things pithy even in death.

The Huffington Post has a photo slideshow about famous author's last words.

Half of them are probably apocryphal. I can't believe that Oscar Wilde is glib and sassy just as death awaits, or that poet Walter De La Mare's last words just happened to be so poetically stated as: "Too late for fruit. Too soon for flowers." Sure, pops. Whatever you say.

But I do believe that J.M Barrie was pretty straight-forward and said, hey, you know what? "I can't sleep." Sounds logical when your lungs are filled with pneumonia.

Or Franz Kafka losing his mind and screaming at a doctor to kill him. "Kill me or you are a murderer!" Sounds like a logical thing to say when tuberculosis is starving you. It's short, it's to the point, and you kind of get the subtle gist he's pretty ticked.

Anton Chekhov? "It's been a long time since I drank champagne." He apparently downed the drink, went to bed, and died. Did he toast his death? ((shrugs shoulders)) Sure, why not?

But Virginia Woolf--ahh, Virginia. Her suicide note runs 294 words. 294 final words. Shockingly, it wasn't written in a one sentence long giant block of text that lulls you into a mild state of unconsciousness.