I want to know when death is imminent, because I’d like to have some final peaceful time with friends and family to share stories, laugh, and tell them how much I love them. I don’t want to die suddenly without that final goodbye.
alone with a case of gin and a fistful of really good drugs
Harvested…as in any organs others can still use are all theirs; if I have no further need of them.
I want it to be painless, but I think I’d want to know that it’s coming. I would like to say goodbye, give my family some time to prepare and ask questions, and I’d like to be able to reflect on what’s happening. Though I might not feel the same when the time comes and death is actually staring me in the eyes.
Afterwards, I’d like someone to give me all the answers to life, the universe and everything. There is so much I would like to know the real answers to.
No, not 42.
When I die I want it to be very soon !
When I die I want to be…old.
Fondly remembered.
I want to be mummified and left as a human time capsule fit for archeologists 2,000-5,000 years hence. The tricky part is not the preservation (a peat bog would be perfect), but future humans are bound to fuck up almost any conditions that would last that long.
When I die,
now don’t think I’m a nut.
Don’t want no fancy funeral,
just one like ol’ King Tut!
Cremated, burned on a pyre, viking funeral, whatever just destroy my body.
I have a I dunno if it would be called a phobia but a creeped out by the western world style of putting a dead body in a hermetically sealed coffin in a concrete lined hole to slowly decay into a pool of its own juices and embalming fluid way of getting rid of the dead.
I’m done with the body, get rid of it. Keeping it well preserved for decades while it decomposes in a sealed container grosses me out.
… composing a post on a messagebo
Reincarnated as L and P’s dog.
A couple I used to pet sit for. They had some seriously spoiled dogs.
Resurrected.
By a super advanced technology wielding alien, so that my atheism can remain intact. 
I kind of like the path Hunter S. Thompson took. Have my ashes shot out of a cannon while some old rock-and-roll tunes are played. 
Because eternal bliss would not be worth having to choke down the fact that you were wrong. 
…in the arms of a lusty peasant girl.
No, I’m just playing with the idea of a sufficiently advanced culture’s technology being indistinguishable from magic.
Asleep, dreaming of a pleasant sunny day.
. . . eaten by my loved ones.
…advancing scientific progress, particularly involving man-machine integration, or transhumanism.