How would you die?

If you could decide on what way you would prefer to die, how would it happen? And at what age? I asked this on another forum, and figured I'd get the same old "in my sleep at the ripe old age of 100" type of answers, but I got some pretty interesting shit.

 

i want to break the record for the oldest living person
then die in my sleep

 

LOL, you people disappoint me You have no sense of adventure.

 

I've always thought it'd be cool to jump off a building on a rainy day...but I want to be old when I die and I don't know if I'd be up for leaping off a building...I'd probably chicken out on the elevator ride to the top.

 

being shot out of a cannon into a pit of man eating puppets....happy now!!!

 

If I could choose any time/way, I would probably choose around 20-25 years old, burning to death. Yeah...

 

i'm scared of huge waves, bad past experience with one...but i would love to get hit by this huge ass wave and be thrown all around in the water and die silently as the wave just crushes me to death without pain...

 

youve got 3-8 years left till you feel the worst pain ever and then you suffocate to death

 

Yeah, but that would really prepare me for Hell, eh?

 

I'm gonna start killing people and just not stop until I get killed myself

 

woo hoo! See? that wasn't so hard, now was it?

 

I'm surprised you don't want to be drowned in poop, you fucking fecalphiliac.

 

I would like to be trampled alive by a million Oprah Winfrey clones, half of which have the penis she was actually born with.

 

A bomb...

 

I would die really old at like 110 in the arms of who ever I marry because I think it would be too hard seeing your partner go first. selfish I know, death is a really scary thing for me mostly regarding death of those close to me. ergh

 

i want to die honorably

 

in a rubber tube, on the day of my conception

 

i would like to be burned alive and have my ashes collected and fed to a fish and then have that fish fed to shamu.

 

...like a good Klingon.

I want to die like the guy from Monty Python's Meaning of Life.

 

On stage, playing guitar, in front of 35,000 people... when I'm, hmmm... don't know what age. I guess whenever I'm getting ready, that's when I'll go! And of course, while this is going on, my heartbroken groupies/British-boy-pets will be watching form backstage.

On second thought, I don't like that idea, but I can't think of another one now. Maybe later.