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I'd have a chat with Marlon Brando, he seemed like a character.
In terms of someone I knew, I'd get my Grandad who died when I was in infant school, so I could spend a day with him as an adult and have a proper conversation. 
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I would have to go with my mom. She died of unexpected stroke at age 58...I was 27...my parents divorced when I was 10 and she was the best mom anyone could ever ask for. My oldest daughter was 7 when she died, my youngest was born 2 months before she passed. I would just want to tell her how much I appreciated all the sacrifices she made for me...and that all I am, all that my kids are...is because she did such a good job just being a mom.
The worst part about losing someone like that is that you simply cannot ever even pick up the phone to talk to them...and as my kids grow, I imagine some of the things she would be a part of that she is missing out on. Never forget one time when I got on to my daughter for nothing really, my mom told me "Phillip, don't get on to her. You are lucky that she is sooo good. She just wants to play." Makes me smile and haunts me to this day 7 years later. :o
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