I’d love to say that I’ll be assassinated for spreading an overly powerful message of peace and love to the world, buuuuuuuuut, more likely I’ll be murdered upon insulting some random drunk after leaving a bar 
Right now I’m diabetic and I have congestive heart failure. I’ll turn 50 this year. I’m pretty sure that sometime in the next 20 years one or both of those diseases will do me in, unless we get medical nanobots that WORK real soon.
Nibbled to death by ducks.
I’d be surprised she gave me that long. I am expecting to be dead a lot sooner. No good reason, just an overall sense of personal doom has been preying on my mind for a while now. Like my destiny is converging to a point.
Anyway, I expect to be hit by a car, when I daydream while walking across a road.
Funny - I’ve been feeling that lately, the odd thing is that it isn’t a scary kind of doom at all - it’s more like, I dunno, knowing with resignation that a holiday must eventually end.
Heart disease. Possibly a cancer of some sort. Hopefully not a really slow wood chipper incident.
Considering that I’d be 40 or less, I really can’t figure, but it’d probably be something heart-related. No family history, but I have high blood pressure.
But I maintain that when my time comes, I want to drown.
My formidable research into this matter* forces me to conclude that Southern lawyers all have handguns, and that Oakminster is therefore living a bizarre fantasy of being a Northerner. I believe Freud referred to this as “blizzard envy”.
- Consisting of John Grisham books and Boston Legal.
OK, but wouldn’t a victim of your family court prowess more likely to be too enraged to pull something that calculated? Wouldn’t it be a crime of passion, or at least closer to passion than cold revenge? I guess the reason I can’t see a ranged attack is that he’d really have to plan it, and at some stage in the planning he’d seemingly say “Wait a second–I have obvious motive and means. Surely I’ll be the first suspect.”
Well, I’ll be less than 65 YO in 20, so it would probably be an unnatural death. Now given my stolid lifestyle, I’d say it will have to be a car accident.
Unless we’re in for another run of really bad terrorism or a full-out war :eek: Then all bets are off.
I’ll write you a letter.
Since I’m already 61, it’s no big surprise that I might not survive another 20. The “projected” methods of my demise would be in the areas of diabetes/cardiovascular/hypertension. I’ve already got a couple nails in the coffin from these.
I’m not really bothered, save that it be quick and (relatively) painless.
I’ll probably get stabbed by a pregnant nun. Weird shit like that happens to me.
No, no. Drowned in a sewage tank.
Ill be 60ish, so probably from the governments new superannuation plan - ‘just walk into this booth sir’.
Otara
old age
I’d still be relatively young, but the most likely cause of death from my family history would be cancer. Unfortunately. Maybe I could find a way to check out faster from something more fun than chemotherapy, wasting away, and shitting the bed. At least, I’d like to think I can come up with a better way to die than that.
I will be attacked and killed by a bear.
I base this on a series of recurring dreams going back 12 years or so in which I am killed by bears. I have never died in any other dream, but if a bear appears I’m toast.
I have a habit of taking long walks at night. I live in the inner city, but the neighborhood is pretty safe. If you mind your business, people leave you alone. My husband hates that I take these walks at night, though. I told him, I would rather be free and enjoy my walks, even if it means I’m in danger of some psycho murdering me, than live a life in fear.
Ever since I told him that, every time I am walking, I think, “Oh my goodness, I am gonna get murdered!”
So, yeah. I would figure murdered by psycho whilst taking a late night stroll.
If I take after my mother, cancer.
If I take after my father, a stroke.
Which probably means I’ll slip in the shower.
IED or Sniper.