I kinda don't want to die of old age. It seems kinda lame. You get old, have pain doing everything, your dick quits working, your bones a brittle, and you have grey hair on your balls. What kind of miserable existence is that? And then some organ fails and you die.
I want to die with a feeling that I accomplished everything and that my family will be okay without me--but I want it to be sad, too. I want all of you crying over me and remembering how awesome I was. And I want a rocketship....with some ice cream. And with my last wish, I'd free the genie. Lost my train of thought, there. Let me die being heroic. Let me die saving a baby from a burning building--and that baby goes on to become President of Earth.
Yeah. That's a worthy death. Of course it'll probably be something stupid like sticking my penis in a vacuum cleaner or something.
