I’m sure that I’ll die a very undignified death from diabetes.
I had a distant cousin who knew exactly how he was gonna die, and also knew the exact time and date…
The Judge told him.
I haven’t aged visibly in the last fifteen years.
I ain’t never gonna die.
Never.
By cutting the green wire instead of the more appropriate red one.
I would say a bullet fired in anger. I work in a fast food restaurant. I have been screamed at, cussed out, called a satan Worshiper, ( I prefer the term Pagan, Odin rules !!! ), and threatened with bodily harm. We’ve had customers with Guns !!! They were threatening other customers. I have to call the police to remove someone at least once a week. Sooner or later someone is not going to be happy with their fries, at which point I will be in the middle of an unhappy tirade, ending in gunfire.
Spontaneous combustion while lighting a fart
or
Peacefully in my sleep…only to be the first zombie to rise up and feed on your moist juicy BRRRRRAAAIINNNSSSSS.
Risk factors:
Diabetes-related troubles - I’ll probably wind up with this. Dear old Grandpa has non-insulin-dependent diabetes, and if I’m not mistaken, a few other family members have this as well.
Cardio-vascular problems - Actually, this is a lumping of several factors, and this is actually the least likely one. Unfavourable waist-line genes, and the genes that tell the heart to go batty after a certain age are all in my karotype, but I get less fat than normal (lacto-vegetarianism, along with a mild disdain of some junk foods), and exercise semi-frequently.
Suicide - Actually, it’s pretty likely, but less so than before. I over-analyze, I blame myself when something goes wrong, and I don’t vent. I restrain my anger impulses, tend to blow bad things out of proportion, and tend to minimize good things. This cannot be good…
Take your pick. They’re all pretty likely, although not set in stone. I could be killed by a giant dinosaur while saving some unrequited love from the re-animated corpse of Vladimir Lenin…
Whooee…
Considering my mood lately, if it weren’t for massive amounts of anticipatory guilt about what it would do to my family, I might be saying by my own hand like some of you above (has Rosebud told her therapist this? Yes she has… them feelings is scary).
I think in the end, my cat, Marlin, will kill me. I was discussing this with a friend last night. We’ve both noticed that Marlin will remain still as stone until he judges the most opportune time to run between my ankles or in front of me, often while I’m carrying something sharp. My theory is that he wishes to bring me down much like a lion might take down an antelope. Even last night as he was sleeping, he reached out to grab my ankle as I walked by.
I think he goes for my friend when she’s here because he figures if I’m away and she’s taking care of him, she’s the next choice on the menu.
Helicopter crash on a jungle mountainside.
Came close last week. :eek:
One of two ways:
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In a motorcycle crash, and within a few years. If you see someone riding down the highway going 250kph+ that’d be me. I can’t help it I’m addicted.
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Every male relative I can think of has had a stroke around 85. That’d be the other way.
This has made me think…I’ve considered the car crash(can’t drive), taking a bullet for someone else(fat chance) and the house fire(not impossible but I just don’t think so).
So that leaves me with cancer(too many cigarettes), alcoholism(it’s cos we have a younger legal drinking age in the UK) or as my dad says every time I tell him I can’t be bothered ‘That’s what you’ll have on your grave…“couldn’t be bothered”’.
Try the death test at http://www.thespark.com for more accurate results.
If I go by my track record - car crash
I can’t drive but I’m 20 and I’ve been hit by five cars and two buses already - not a good sign
If not probably cancer or old age
Hopefully, kicking and screaming.
I’m pretty sure I’ll die making a headlong charge into a battery of Russian artillery, all on the basis of a bad order.
Hmm, I think I’ll either end up dying agonizingly slow or die doing something that is supposedly really safe. Though, since we’re on the subject. Filling up a big trenchcoat with gold and candy, then jumping off a really tall building would be pretty sweet. Think of it, someone near my flat, exploded mess saying “Oh my god, what a terrib- hey, Snickers”
Spudo:
ROFLMAO! Please, I gotta add that to my sig line. I love it!
Zappo
peewee…LOL. Now nOw lad cheerup, and tell that black cloud to get lost! Gone on with you now, stand up to it! 
Me? I think I would like to decide how I will go while I am in control of this rather large ship I’m always riding in with Gort.
Seriously though, I don’t think “good genes” is necessarily good if one doesnt’ want to hang around anymore. Life is pretty abusive. But it is important to have quality of life and find things in it that are beautiful and then enjoy them.