...and to actually anser the question, if I actually 100% knew that I had one year to live, I'd probably try to write a novel that didn't suck (or a memior, but that would kinda kill the fun of my last year alive).
The bigger question would be how to break it to my family; it would be
awful no matter what. The same with any potential "last-year-of-life-sex" partner I might have. I mean, yes, I'd want to go out with a bang (well, many), but how the hell do you do that without messing up the partner? Do you watch
Sweet November (or the movie with Mandy Moore with the identical plot) with them, then at the end be like, "While we're on that topic..."?
I'm taking this too seriously, though, I'm sure.