How I don’t want to die:
In an airplane that breaks apart amid lightning and severe turbulance. Like, say, how the folks on the recent tragic Air France flight ate it.
This freaks me out on a number of levels. Namely, how long do you know death is looming? Do you fall to your death or pass out? Do you get sucked from the plane and die immediately or do you kick it when you hit the ocean? Ugh. Thinking about this makes me shudder.
How I want to die:
Alone and mysteriously in a Bangkok motel with a Thai prostitute rifiling through my pockets.
Now that’s the way to go. Add a little auto-erotic asphyxiation and brother, that’s a way to shuffle off your mortal coil.