[Niamh.]

Originally Posted by Toy Soldier

My two ideal deaths would be to reach around 80 and then catastrophic heart failure out of nowhere. Like just "lol look at this funny thing I found on the super advanced interne..." *boop* drop dead.

OR... get assassinated by a really skilled sniper while I'm just minding my own business. I don't know why that would happen , but the idea of just not seeing it coming at all really appeals to me.

How about a Robotic Bee flying directly into you brain through your ear?

[Livia]

This all reminded me of this poem:

Let Me Die a Young Man's Death
By Roger McGough

Let me die a youngman's death
not a clean and inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death

When I'm 73
and in constant good tumour
may I be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sports car
on my way home
from an allnight party

Or when I'm 91
with silver hair
and sitting in a barber's chair
may rival gangsters
with hamfisted tommyguns burst in
and give me a short back and insides

Or when I'm 104
and banned from the Cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
and fearing for her son
cut me up into little pieces
and throw away every piece but one

Let me die a youngman's death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax and waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
'what a nice way to go' death

[user104658]

Originally Posted by Niamh.

How about a Robotic Bee flying directly into you brain through your ear?

I dunno, it would have to be really quick, otherwise the ear-burrowing sounds pretty painful