No, I’m not offering to help.
The question is, if you could choose what you were doing when you breathed your last breath, what would it be?
Personally, I would like to be going at least 100mph towards something massive. (Skydiving, driving, flying, etc…)
Whatever it is though, I would much rather have a grin or a scream on my face than a slack jawed sigh.
*note, this is not intended to be a suicide related thread, and should not be used for inspiration for the potentially suicidal
In my sleep.
And when I die, and when I’m gone…
Hmmmm, I think actually, that the perfect place to die is christmas or thanksgiving with your family. Think of it, your whole family’s there, your happy. just dont fill up on food,(We all know what happens after you die) your family woulf like to have that as their last image of you.
Like my Dad - in my sleep not screaming and crying like his passengers.
You and Don’t Ask – invite me to the wake. 
Damn you, don’t ask, damn you to hell.
(but it was my grampa)
pleasantly fast
Old, and in my sleep.
OK, I have just noticed that I reached the 100 post mark in this thread. Somehow, I feel that’s not a good sign.
2 points to the person who can name the writer: “I will not go quietly into that dark night!”
Or something along those lines.
I would like to soften to death in a vat of lotion in a garden at a Parisian salon that plays only Edith Piaf recordings.
Blone, I think you are misquoting, but it’s almost Dylan Thomas.
Oops. Blonde. I will get your name right this time.
Here you go:
On TV.
When I’m 115 years old.
By setting myself on fire and jumping from 10 story building into a shark tank.
With Joe Rogan hosting.
Saving the world.
Failing that, not at all.
Failing that, on my bike, coasting down a steep hill.
I’d like to die in my sleep.
Definitely would prefer to not die on an important holiday, though. Then whoever is still alive would just be reminded of death everytime that holiday rolls around. 
As quick as possible! Preferably in my sleep with no pain at all.
Zoe, thanks. I’ll just run off to bed now…
I feel nightmares coming on. I knew I shouldn’t have watched Monsters, Inc. so late…
The same way I wanted to die when I was in 7th grade and we were writing our own fake eulogies for class – at Wrigley Field, hit on the head with a foul ball.
That sounds kind of selfish. You’ve just ruined that holiday, probably forever, for your family. “Merry Christmas” “WAHHHH so and so died at Christmas right there in front of us!!!”
How would I like to die? I can’t think of any way that I’d LIKE to die. However I wind up going I’ll hate it. Life is good, even when it’s bad. If I must go, then preferably anything without pain, but even then I’m not going to like it.
Martyrdom, pure and simple.
HOPEFULLY THEY WILL TORTURE ME ON A DEVICE THAT WILL MAKE A CLEVER/NIFTY SYMBOL TOO