“The time of your demise is nigh” means you are going to die SOON, not after a long life. It’s the hornets for all cheaters. You chose a legit method so you’re okay (and yes, you get to pick the altitude - but wouldn’t 30,000 feet mean a hell of a lot of discomfort at the start?)
I am surprised a little that no one is going for being hit by a train. If you’re literally on the tracks, your death will be extremely quick and painless. It’ll also be a hell of a show.
Can they anesthetize me enough to remove whatever transplantable organs they want, then finish me off? If they take all my blood, I can get another gallon pin.
Regards,
Shodan
Engulf me in liquid nitrogen and keep me there in perpetuity on display as a deterrent to others, I’m defiantly dead. But perhaps someday they can un-thaw me and apply a new form of justice that can rehabilitate me. I think I’d have a slightly better chance than people who waited to be frozen after death.
Heroin overdose. Hello darkness my old friend …
The heat death of the universe is pretty soon, compared to the rest of eternity.
There are gore videos online (usually from India) showing people cut in half by trains and still alive. I think the heat and a clean slice can cauterize arteries or something.
Then there’s Peng Shulin, although that was a large truck.
I think I might choose death by guillotine. Or perhaps lethal overdose of morphine.
Plus, it’s super fucked up to involve other people in your suicide–the guy driving the train gets paid, in part, to NOT kill people and imagine how nasty it must look from the front window.
Now, diving out of an airplane in a wing suit and swan diving into the Kilauea crater would be pretty amazing–get Red Bull to sponsor it and the money goes to your next of kin. Talk about making a splash!
Post #15.
I don’t really care about going out like a boss. An injection where I just drifted off to sleep and never woke up seems like the best option.
As mentioned above I would worry about inept firing squads, trains that just partially crush you in a glancing blow and so on. I think a guillotine would scare the shit out of me in my final moments. Avoiding discomfort is job #1.
Says the guy who brutally killed 17 million people.
I choose nitrogen asphyxiation - to be enacted while I’m already asleep, without me being told that it’s going to happen. I want to simply not wake up, without ever having a chance to anticipate it or fear it.
Hell, that’d be better than whatever actually will kill me, when it eventually happens.
Death by mau mau 
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I love practical puzzles.
I chose firing squad for Macca26’s reasoning. I’ve heard of botched lethal injections, botched hangings, and botched beheadings, but not botched firing squads. If we’re allowed some choice, I’d like to request headshots only, please. I’m sure the generic firing squad would kill me eventually, but if they focused just on shooting me in the head, it’ll be quick too.
Bullet to the back of the head, no warning given. One shot and that’s it.
Part of the cruelty of the death penalty is that they know it’s coming. They have to wait for it, they have to walk to it, and they have to meekly submit to it. Fuck that. If they want to kill me they’ll take me kicking and fighting. They’ll have to beat me unconscious. They’ll never have the satisfaction of seeing me check out.
Of course, I’m saying this like I didn’t do anything to deserve it. If I did I might be more pragmatic about it since, after all, it’s still somewhat more merciful than what I did to my victim.
Death by snu snu.
I choose watching ‘2001: A Space Odyssey’ on repeat. Shouldn’t take too long.
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I answered a question much like this before.
It’s a little (okay, a lot, in fact, ridiculously so) extravagant, but my answer would definitely be ‘vaporized (or perhaps reduced to constituent atoms, even) by being at the heart of a nuclear explosion that can be seen from the Moon with the naked eye (in a space helmet, you goof, just no magnification aid).’
Nitrogen asphyxiation, or nitrous oxide, if available. Preferably without warning. A couple glasses of good wine to go with what may or may not be my last meal.