DiosaBellissima always has something to crack everyone up. There’s a certain temptation to say “Ehh… let her figure it out. Make it entertaining.”
If I have to come up with it myself, my vote is for one of my more memorable UT2k4 deaths - Redeemer to the teeth, in the middle of a firefight, on interplanetary television. It would be exciting at least.
Either one has got to be better than the final I’m about to take.
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Enough heroin to get quite peacefully wasted on, followed by additional doses every 1/2 hour until overdose is attained.
How can hanging be classified as ‘dying on your feet?’ Doesn’t the standard hanging procedure pretty much require you to be off your feet before death can occur? I believe that’s the entire purpose of the gallows trapdoor.
I think I’ve answered this in a previous thread, but I’m still going to have to go with Roger Zelazney’s:
“Stomped on by an elephant while having sex with a beautiful woman.”
I’d like to have some scuba gear, a kick butt camera and be trolled as bait for a Giant Squid! Hey, at least I’d do my part for science before I got beaked to death.
Damnit! I knew I was forgeting something—execution by elephant.
Tossed out of an airlock with no suit somewhere near Saturn so I get a really good view of the rings before I go. Not a particularly easy death, but it has the benefit that they need to get me there first. 
In other words, you want to die in bed.
I’d insist on being killed with an actual lightsaber. This would require many advances in science, and would perhaps lead to a more enlightened society that would commute my sentence. If I was still alive, that is.
Sexual Exhaustion. Gimme a horde of hotties and let’s rock!
But since that’s not likely to happen, I would opt for being put to sleep with a strong anesthetic, then just increase the dosage until everything shuts off.
In a slight linguistic twist on “sexual exhaustion,” every time I watch an NFL game and there is a penalty that stops the play, I say:
“I would like to be blown dead”
I would execute myself like a man . . . I’d strangle myself with my own two hands, crushing my own throat.
So’s “defenestration,” but that doesn’t sound like a very pleasant death.
I think I’d have to choose a drug overdose so I could just drift away.
Catapulted into the Grand Canyon while on fire. Oh, and naked, got to be naked.
20 megaton thermonuclear explosion about 1/4 mile away.
You, sir, have plainly never played Nuclear War, or you would never piddle about with a mere firecracker like that.
Lead me to the launch pad where the 200 megaton crowdpleaser is waiting, and let me hit the detonate switch. I don’t mind if you want to clear off to a safe distance. I am mildly curious as to whether I would ever get to think “Holy fu…!” and it’s quite certain I wouldn’t. feel. a. thing.