Predict how you will die

I can’t really think of any bad medical issues either side of my family has, my Aunt has diabetes, but I do not, and that’s about it. Mental disorders run heavily though, and the chromosomes that made me who I am decided to jump onto that bandwagon.

Hopefully, it’ll be from old age. Quick and painless would be nice. But, if something decides to take my life before old age does, i’m going to hazard a guess that it’ll be a fatal car crash.

…I get distracted easily. I’ll probably go wherever people go when they die, and say “Oopsies!”

I don’t intend on dying. How? SCIENCE MUTHERFUCKERS!!!

Not quite sure how, but I’m pretty sure I’ll be crying like a little girl.

Full of regrets ? I don’t wanna’ die with my boots on. 'Cause I didn’t wear them, much, in life. I’d like to die in an explosion during lift-off, but doubt anyone would fund the mission. Big exits are so cool.

I’m not sure exactly how the actual death will happen but I’m reasonably sure my body will never be found.

How do you figure that? That’s what Ambrose Bierce said of his death, and sure enough they never did find his body. I wonder what he did to plan this.

I took it, and it said I had an 86% chance of dying in my sleep. My guess, is that I have about a 50/50 chance of my death coming by my own hand, perhaps a gun shot to the heart, but only when my health gets to the point I’m no longer good to myself and others. The last thing I want is to get caught up in America’s health care system, withering away slowly, month after month, year after year, and also letting them bleed my estate dry. Still enjoying life at the present, and have been very fortunate with my health thus far. Got a lot more I want to experience.

Possibly due to rupture of a blood vessel in my brain weakened during youthful misadventures with autoerotic asphyxiation.

Motorcycle crash. I’ve got 15 years, 170K miles accident-free, but I know I’m not invincible/infallible.

If I am diagnosed with some horrible terminal illness, I’ll choose a painless suicide.

Well seing how I get absolutely no excersize and do little outside of work except for sitting around all day, i’m guessing something heart related or a stroke, unless I change my habits.

I’ll go out the same way I came in - in a hospital bed, covered with shit and puke, crying my lungs out.

Miss Scarlet, in the Conservatory, with a Wrench