Peacefully in my sleep, smothered by a huge marshmallow. 
Honestly didn’t know that. Well, I will certainly keep it in mind.
Probably some kind of organ failure, like if I was standing next to it when one of the legs broke.
According to that age of death calculator, I’m going to live to 90.4, or 88.4 if I start smoking again. Right now I’m thinking I’d trade the two years.
But whenever, and however, I do know for a fact, that no matter what part of me has stopped working I will die with a full head of hair.
I can’t believe no one has put this one in yet:
I’ll be shot, at the age of 95, by a jealous husband. And I’ll be GUILTY!
(one of my dad’s favorite jokes, by the way.)
Hopefully my death will mean something.
But why worry about death too much? Last time I checked, the world death rate was holding steady at about 100%. Happens to us all.
It’s not that I’m worried about death. I think I have one of the healthies attitudes about death amongst my circle of friends. But it is an interesting topic.
Anyway, I went to that website and it put my life span at 100 years. :eek: So we shall see.
Heart will stop beating. No more brain function. Maybe one last twitch. Sheet pulled over my face. 
Hypoxia. Which according to the book 12201 Fascinating Facts, has been responsible for 100% of all deaths.
Amen, brother. No man on either side of my family has ever been bald. My great-great grandfather died at age 104 with a full head of hair and all his original teeth.
Maybe statistically 100%, but not literally every death in human history. I would guess that if you were at ground zero in 1945, there would’ve been no tissue for oxygen to reach.
Ladies and gentlement, my sig:
shit, it was there on preview! Ahh I get it, when you preview it unchecks the show sig box. :smack:
Let’s try this again my sig:
verfies that box is checked, and clicks submit
Most likely?
Leaving a lot of innocent bystanders, and through no fault of my own.
Have to go with the way I came in to this god-forsaken world:
Naked, bloody, and screaming.
And don’t forget what George Carlin said: “If you read your history you know that God is one of the leading causes of death and has been for thousands of years!”
Hopefully in a self-inflicted hunting “accident.” Go off into the woods one nice fall day, “accidentally” fall down, discharging my weapon and dying quickly and painlessly. All material belonging & life insurance to go to my girls. Damn, this is a disturbing thread.
I’m a project manager. I’ll die extremely old (way behind schedule) and my funeral will be attended by the guy with the shovel (too few resources).
Seriously, though, I’m highly likely to shove off by tripping over a box that someone has surreptitiously placed in my path. This happened to me again just the other day - I turned away from the counter to dump something in the garbage, and when I went to walk back to the counter, it turned out someone had stuck a cooler in my path. I did that lovely little shuffle-half-step-jump-flail that basically ended up being one very, very long step. I managed not to fall, much to the relief of the butcher’s knife that I would have fallen on, I’m sure.
Okay, how many pounds is a “stone?”
Of a sudden, massive stroke while up to my nuts in some chick’s guts.
If you must know, I will die in a tragic accident in the southern sun. I can’t tell you how I know. As for southern sun, I take it as winter, but some have taken it as a trip to the south. Either way at night and on overcast days, and at night in the summer I feal very safe.