Motorcycle crash, possibly.
I buried my dad in January after he had been ill for years. I will suicide before I allow that to happen to me.
I will probably die from a heart attack trying to carry a log out of the woods that weighs more than I do. I have passed out doing this but so far no chest pains.
Can’t be sure how, but I hope my last words are “Hey, y’all, watch THIS!”
Choking on vomit. Probably my own, but you can’t dust for vomit.
I’ve heard of people dying in a pool of their own vomit. Who vomits enough to fill a pool?
Massive heart attack in my late 30s or early 40s or accidental death from alcohol related misadventure in similar timescale.
Awww.
I’m trying to think of how older relatives died, to figure my odds. Not sure if I should give extra weight to female relatives or not. For great-grandparents, I only know how one of them died. Great Grandma Johnson died laying on her daughter’s couch while her son-in-law (my grandpa) gave her a scalp massage. She just kind of drifted off.
On Dad’s side, his father died of alchoholism related kidney failure. I don’t drink, but I’ve got type 2 diabetes, so it’s a possibility. His mother got old enough to lose the feeling of hunger. Instead of dealing with it, she used it as a source of drama. She didn’t wake up one morning. No telling if she greased the slope or not. She could have been eating while she was complaining that she couldn’t eat. Dad, himself, didn’t wake up one morning. He’d had two heart attacks and it was assumed to be related.
On Mom’s side, her father had dementia and finally went with pneumonia. He had been, among other things, a welder. He had visible metal in his lungs. He also smoked. No matter how much else he forgot, he always knew when the man with the cigarettes and the lighter was due to come down his hall. He never got angry or frightened over the memory loss. He was usually smiling, like he was about to remember a joke. The two things he remembered to the end were Grandma and what brand he smoked.
Her mother got Parkinson’s and between that and age was wheelchair bound for her last years, first at her home and then in a care facility (with lots of visits to her daughter’s house). In the end she was bed bound and just hung on, sleeping more and more, until she let go. Mom, on the other hand, died of pancreatic cancer. I’d like to avoid that one. It was half a year of increasing pain and shut-down. Cancer gathers the family, though, I will say that for it. If you want to see all the out of state relatives before you go, dying in your sleep won’t do it.
Adding up, it looks like dying in my sleep is my best bet. If I want to keep up with relatives, I’ll have to do the work, myself.
Most likely cancer, as it runs in my family.
I’ve always been paranoid about dying in a car crash though. I live in a rural area where there are a lot of highway deaths due to bad weather and drunk drivers.
Heart attack or stroke. I also have a strange fear that as I’m having one of these, I reach for my phone to call 911 only to find the phone has a spent battery.
So I wind up dying all because my fucking phone wasn’t charged.
I say all the time that I will be killed merging onto I-5.
I should think I’ll die of cancer, who knows what sort. I have no idea of my family history (I’m adopted), so I may not be getting the early screenings that I should. Also, I’d give up quicker if diagnosed with cancer. If it were found at a later stage, and I really didn’t have a strong chance of remission, I wouldn’t bother at all with the treatment. With heart disease, I’d be more likely to choose a life, even with lower quality, than the horror-show that is most American cancer treatment (sorry if that offends).
[Monty Python]Are you a virgin?[/MP] because if not then I doubt it.
If anything does me in early this will probably be it. Otherwise some form of cancer. Though jealous husband does have a nice ring to it.
Every time I am put under for a medical procedure I think it may be my last moment so I try to see if there is anything just as I go under. Do not fear it, just aware & curious.
If in a car, on a motorcycle, or flying a plane, I will probably be working on it until the end.
Medically, heart problems run on the male side of the family.
Cancer, not sure, have several friends who are winning that fight & many that suffered a lot.
Would be great if mind & body did good and then both go fast.
My Dad had the best mind set at the end. Doc said, "Do this & you will live longer.
My Dad asked, “Will my quality of live be better?”
Doc said, “No, not really.”
Dad said, “Then I don’t want to do it because I don’t like the life I have now.”
He got to die at home with some dignity, he got to make the choice, his wife & children were good with his decision.
That would work for me.
Texting driver flagrantly running a red-light.
I’ve known two guys who died after long battles with bladder cancer. Both said that in retrospect they shoulda surrendered early.
Heart attack or cancer. I’m positive. I’m 48 and have already had both before - so it’ll be one of those.
I’m kind of hoping that medical science will keep on advancing in time to keep me one step in front of the Reaper, in which case: Heat death of the Universe.
More realistically, if I can keep dodging texting idiots on the road and other hazards long enough, it’ll be some combination of failing systems in my mid to late 80’s.
This not being Scandinavia 1000 years ago (meaning: dying in combat, at least for men, is seen as the most valorous way to die) I hope my passing is a peaceful one. If it can’t be peaceful I hope it’s at least quick.
At 100, making love to my 98 year old wife one last time.
For some reason I’ve always thought I would be killed as an innocent motorist when I get hit by someone running from the law.