I think there are really only two good ways to go out: quietly and painlessly in your sleep … or in such a way that you make the news.
Who else is feeling morbid? Or, at minimum, witty?
Having your nuts bitten off by a Laplander. That’s the way I wanna go.
I think with a group of my friends, that way we could “go out” in the afterlife altogether. On our way to Lynyrd Skynyrd Cover Band concert on an air plane would be ironic. So therefore, ironically…
Unlikely to be fatal, just degrade your quality of life. Since diganosed
with cancer, I think more about these things. I have been thinking about quickly and with dignity. Pain free and witty sound good too. I am sure quietly would be easier on my friends and family.
I liked the one guy’s attitude, ‘‘I have more medicine than you have pain.’’
He was offering me morphine for my back ache due to an uncomfortable bed.
I’ve asked one of my friends to put me in my canoe and send me off Niagara on the river left line, should I go dotty or terminal.
Happy, having achieved wisdom and escape from all earthly desires.
If I can’t have that, I’ll take from a heart attack in bed with a girls’ soccer team.
I’d like to go like my paternal grandmother did, lucid to the end an awake. She died early on a Sunday afternoon,just after having a visit from her pastor and had received Communion. Family(not me though) were at her bedside, and suddenly she was gone.
How does that joke go again? I want die peacefully in my sleep, like my grandfather… not screaming in horror, like the passengers in his car.
One of my senior friends spend a lovely spring day paddling down a white water river with his two girlfriends. At the end of the day, his girfriends went for the car shuttle, while he rested on the river bank. When they returned, he had passed away from a heart attack.
I couldn’t think of a better way for him to go, at the end of a day doing an activity he tremendously enjoyed with the people he loved.
As the joke goes, I don’t want to be there at the time.
So… My vote… Yes, I’m a coward… I’d like to be under deep anesthesia… Just quietly pass from coma to death…
The problem with that is that it implies something else being wrong, for which the anesthesia is administered. Trauma, tumor, etc. So… Ya can’t win!
I want to crash my personal jet at the age of 120, having been distracted from the controls by the sexual activities of my three supermodel girlfriends in the cockpit with me.
You might want to ask your girlfriends first how cool they are with that plan.
Academically I would say painlessly in my sleep. I’m not sure this really happens. When most people die there is heart stoppage and pain.
Many times I have said and thought I would just as soon go down by getting run over by a garbage truck while running on the parkway. This is a metaphor for any athletic related fatal injury. I have had a few serious injuries. The sense of trauma of the experience detracts from the immediate pain. This release of pain sensation could be the pain free bridge to the unknown of death.
We’ll just have to wait and see what happens first.
I want to die at age 95, shot to death by the outraged father of twin 17 year old cheerleaders after he catches me in the sack with them.
Jumping off a cliff with a suicide pistol in one hand, wearing a harness of explosives & incendiaries on a deadman switch detonator, into a large pool of gasoline. If I’m gonna die, I might as well be thorough about it.
Make sure they are evil girlfriends. Problem solved! 
Saving a life.
If I had to choose between intensive care in the hospital, or by my own hand at home, I would do it myself at home. ICU doctors doctors are bad losers, and when the death is inevitable, they take it out on on their patients. Fuck them. I’ve got enough dilaudid, fentanyl and morphine to do the job without their pissy attitude.
I’d like to be done in by the heat death of the universe.
If I may steal one from Futurama:
Run over by a semi, driven by The Incredible Hulk.
I would say at the end of a long life…where I was declining physically to the point where quality of life was marginal…
…to be taken out by a small (inch or so) meteorite to the head. That way I would always be knownas the first confirmed death by meteorite.
Ok…Ok…
In reality, same situation as above but to be ineptly killed by some rich person/corporation so that it would be easily for my wife/kids to sue em and win for billions of dollars