My mom always used to say I was a smartass... I never thought about making a carrer of it. Great idea.
How to die like a hippie? Lets see: Taking LSD, thinking you can fly and jumping out a window, or thinking you're invincible and walking out into traffic. (Hey, that's what the DEA used to warn us might happen!) Terminal bad vibes. Brain damage from snorting car exhaust. Malnutrition from not eating anything inorganic, with meat, with any chemicals, picked by underpaid migrant workers, or sold by conglomerates like Safeway. Exercising your freedom of speech in the wrong place at the wrong time. (in front of cops, in front of rednecks, in front of Dick Cheney, etc.)
Because everyone is joking I'm going to be serious and say getting electrified by an electric guitar playing a great rock "n" roll gig.
You die the way you live perhaps. Born at right time, live at right time and how can you die at wrong time when time doesn't go wrong -you die at right time. I won't say a hippie as a meaning for the whole hippie generating but a hippie might die in wrong time because of feeling or believing of being born at wrong time. You die the way the feel. If you're stoned you die stoned, you die making pots, in a warm bed in a commune, in a dancing celebration of LSD with bad hart, In a revolution you die the way doing what you just where doing while being a living hippie.
I'm going to take extremely good care of myself, and always keep my brain learning new things. The trick is never get bored and then, finally, when I'm 120 - FLOW - I'm just gonna die!