AAAHHH!!! THE DUCKS!!! THE DUCKS ARE HERE!!!
ARMY SARGEANT: It appears that the ducks are attacking the city! Hm!
OLD PROFESSOR: Ah! The ducks are headed for the power lines!
DUUUCKS!!!
–YOU’RE NEXT!!!
Hmm…and I’m a keyboard player…
Maybe I’d better give it up?
I will be mugged to death by midgets! Cool!
I want a death by misadventure
Wanna die face down in some dude’s pool
Not gonna kick in my sleep lying on my dentures
When I die, Jack, it’s gonna be real cool
Death by urine.
Yay me.
Another bear-lover here. Killed by the love that dare not speak its name!
I’m not following some dumb website, I’m going to follow my destiny of being killed, when I’m 80, by a jealous husband.
They can’t even spell fuchsia and they think they know how I’m gonna die?
Wow. I’m to be “Barbequed by an angry dragon!”
Burninating’s a nasty way to go. The best I can hope for is to be well marinated when I get it.
The midget mob is going to get me too. I don’t even know any midgets.
I want to die in my sleep like my grandfather. Not yelling and screaming like the passengers of his bus.
You guys don’t live anywhere Southwest London do you - 'cause if you do then I am seriously worried 
Grim
WTF! Sneeze my brains out? How lame is that!
By the way:
Meteoroid: Rock floating in space
Meteor: Rock which hits atmosphere and becomes visible while falling
Meteorite: Portion of meteor that makes it to earth
Mauled by a Mob of Midgets…
Hell, I get that from my kids every night! The especially like to pin me down and jump on me till I cry out in pain, then repeat.
So … since, technically, you’re not a part of the Earth, the thing is, in fact, still a meteor during the brief fraction of a second while it’s crushing you to a paste?
(Incidentally, is “brief fraction of a second” a tautology?)
(And am I the only drowned-bobbing-for-apples person in this thread? Bad enough having a bizarre death, without it being an unfashionable bizarre death as well … )
I’m getting the meteor as well.
What less likely then being struck by lightning? That’s right! A meteor strike!
Lucky me!
Just before clicking the Get Test Results! button, I felt a tad frightened.
Then I saw my fate and all fear was lifted.
We can’t have you unfashionable, now can we? I’ll do the Drowned-Bobbing-For-Apples death as well. I’ll even do it at the same time so as to make things less complicated for after.
Although I’m quite impatient, I don’t fark around with train tracks.
It’s the piano for me. At least my demise will have a soundtrack.
And your continued insistence on propagating this bald-faced lie is just pissing them off even more!