Obviously the ideal is to die under suspicious circumstances in a large house with many rooms and secret passages, a variety of potential murder weapons, and several mutually distrustful colorful characters.
My dad died this exact same way and while doctors kept saying he didn't suffer at all because it was so quick I just thought they were being reassuring since I guess that is what they are supossed to say.
Your comment helps me to make the burden of his passing a bit lighter. Thank you.
Entropy reaching 1.0 will take a really long time. You sure you wanna be hanging around for several quadrillion years given cosmological inflation? That’s a whole lotta nothing for a whole lotta time…
I'll never forget asking my father this question as a kid, and he answered without hesitation, "A bullet to the head." Fast-forward a few decades and that's how he went out by the firearm he carried to protect his family, causing more harm than any mugger or assailant could have caused if he was unarmed. Take care of yourself fellow lemms and dont dwell on death, focus on living a life you dont want to leave behind and keep pushing your Boulder up the hill regardless of how many times it rolls back down.
At an old age peacefully after having a satisfying life
Preferably before neurological decline sets in as I'd prefer to not go like I've seen so many others go; forgetting the faces of their loved ones
I'd also hope that I will have left happy memories with those that would remember me after I've passed. Stories they'd love to tell people. Stories their grandkids would love to hear.
He passed away on his own terms after his doctor told him his cancer was back in full swing and more aggressive than before.
I still miss that old man telling his stories about growing up and then raising kids during the Great Depression. Or him talking about his older brother passing away during The Great War (WWI). Or talking about watching the moon landing with his grandkids. Or one of my favorite stories of him: how him and I used to race to the rhubarb and gooseberry pies at the restaurant I worked at.
His wake after he passed had literally hundreds of people. He impacted so many peoples lives in a positive way.
Stick around for awhile, you may make it longer than you think. And even in old age you may meet people who you have a massive impact on their lives.
As peacefully and painlessly as possible. Preferably as little inconvenience to others as well. I hope to have all my affairs well in order and they better not pay money to put me in a box in the ground. I've told every family member I can. Donate what you can to others if possible and donate the rest to science for some med students to get practice.
Slowly over the course of months hooked up to every device to keep me "alive" in the ICU because my shitty relatives can't let me go otherwise they won't get to steal my social security checks every month. /s
Or peacefully while watching the sunrise over a beautiful snow capped mountain rage.
No pain or suffering, no worry about it coming, just instantaneous non-existence at literally the speed of light.
The big problem is it would be all of humanity (and everything else) and not just myself.
So not actually something I hope happens, just that if I have to die...
Similar would be being at the center of a large explosion or implosion - I understand that the passengers on that one submarine likely didn't have time to experience anything.
Ideally, gently and without fear but aware. Second choice, while asleep and dreaming, just step into death. I don't want to lose my mind while alive and don't want a jarring death.
Don't guess we get to choose, though. Or if we do choose it's never so gentle and fearless.
Oh I forgot to mention, if we can have literally any death and not just any possible death, I want to disincorporate exactly like Odin does in Thor Ragnarok.
Originally, my favorite was inert gas asphyxiation. Based on previously found info, it seemed like the best option, just falling asleep and dying. Of course I was aware of the main risk: running out of the inert gas and again getting oxygen. That could result in permanent severe brain damage.
However I later found even worse stuff. Veterinarians apparently stopped using this method as the animals were showing severe signs of distress, meaning that it perhaps wouldn't be as painless.
Finally, there was a nitrogen hypoxia execution in Alabama recently:
Smith appeared to remain conscious for several minutes. For at least two minutes, he appeared to shake and writhe on the gurney, sometimes pulling against the restraints. That was followed by several minutes of heavy breathing, until breathing was no longer perceptible.
They fucked it up, he held his breath and caused himself pain because of course he didn't want to die and it's barbaric to kill people. But also, those spams that happened are after you have already lost consciousness
There's no such thing as a nice peaceful death. I've witnessed what people medically consider the "die peacefully in your sleep". People still spasms and throw fists and kicks after losing consciousness. It usually just happens when no one is watching and lasts only for a minute or so while the brain stops working completely.
If my cats eat me after I'm dead, what do I care? And I've actually discussed this with my friends and they know I'm okay with it and not to blame the cats.
Quietly, peacefully, and when I'm ready. All my experience of death has been unpleasant and traumatic, and I'd really like mine to just be ok. I know it's a lot to hope for though.
At the same time as my wife after my daughter has established herself and no longer needs us. I don't want to be here, but they need me right now. As soon as they don't, I'm out.
Fulfilled. I literally do not care about how violent or painful my death would be, I just want to feel like I contributed to our society, that my life had a purpose.
With unfinished business, I get to hang around as a ghost for another couple of hundred years.
In all seriousness though, preferable on my own terms. Maybe euthanasia at an old age, where I feel like I've lived enough and just want to move on. I'd celebrate life with my partner (if they're still alive) and our children, wish them the best with everything and then... exit.
Though, knowing my partner (and myself), it'd probably be a double euthanasia when we're both ready for it. I couldn't bear to give that kind of farewell to them and I doubt they'd be any different.
In any case, the last thing I want is to be clinging on to life with every last ounce of my strength and have a miserable couple of last years because of it. Especially if it means I'd be a burden to everyone around me in the process.
Like, just cruising along and then a meteorite no bigger than a pebble randomly selects me to be their target, obliterating me on the spot. Hopefully in a crowded public place to get the biggest reaction.
My father spent his last years in a hospital, gradually getting weaker and weaker. After two years he decided enough was enough and refused food, water or medicine. He had so little fat on his body at that point that it only took three days to starve himself into a coma and then death. I helped the funeral director move his body out to her van. He'd been in a foetal position so long we couldn't unbend him to lie flat on the trolley.
Actually, I'd like to amend that. Fast and in bed with a pair of 19-year old twins.
Nonviolently would be nice. And I’d like it to not involve famine, drought, or natural disaster if at all possible. Idk I think I could handle a heart attack in my later decades if that’s good with everyone.
But if I die at the hands of the state, I want you all to politicise the fuck out of it. None of this "not the right time" nonsense. It will be exactly the right time and you fuckers better make sure my death counts.
Plus you get that few minutes of delirium at the end where you get all hot again and strip naked. Leaving a naked corpse in the snow for all to wonder about.
I always thought falling from a plane would be interesting. Scary, yes, but you have a few minutes to accept the inevitable. You would also have some hope to McGyver your way out of it, by trying to slow down your fall and land in a deep body of water. People have survived it.
I would probably close my eyes the last few seconds though.
Just a massive heart attack. Just a few seconds of incredible pain then lights out.
But I'm probably gonna have a massive stroke (thanks COVID) and be a drooling idiot for another ten years before I die.
Either a warriors death, defending my family and my death meaning something, saving someone, or at 120 years old of age, while in bed surrounded by family.