Shot by a jealous husband when I'm 102.

Since we are creating our own universes, it's up to us.

Native Americans, and the ancient Chinese used to wait until they were 120 years old, then have a good-bye ceremony, climb to the top of a hill, lie down, and die.

Studies show that people pretty much choose to die. That's why when one of a longtime couple dies, often the other one will die soon afterward.

Pretty sure I'm going to stop breathing

Yes, it may be an asthma attack. I've been very, very close.

While I'm glad to be alive for as long as possible I guess I missed my chance of the ultimate quick and painless option 18 months ago when I survived a sudden cardiac arrest. My second choice is to be having fun and get caught up in some inescapable catastrophe, a climbing fall or something. But my secret hunch is I'm going to get run over by a milk float.

A hunch? Not really, Statistically, probably something cardiovascular related.

I can’t believe I’m still alive!

I have planned my own death for years in preparation for the bad news. Final Exit was written years after I made this decision. I was a member of the "Hemlock Society" before they changed their name to something more clinical. Prior to the momentum the "right to die" movement acquired I was advocating for ones autonomy in this decision.

My mom died at age 45 (1972) of ovarian cancer. That I am alive at 60 tends to confuse me. I didn't plan to be here, but I didn't plan to not be here either. Some days I plan to have an ending like Thelma and Louise, and then other days I hope to die in my sleep. The only thing I am sure of is how I DON'T want to go. No machines, no toxic drugs, no lingering.

Probably doing something that seemed like a great idea at the time and absolutely, definitely couldn't possibly go wrong.

Yep. I have COPD, it's a progressive disease that eventually I will die from unless I got a lung transplant and that isn't guaranteed for long term . By the next POTUS election I most likely be in a nursing home or in Hospice.

Well, I could be a smartass and say, 'my heart and brain (what's left of it) will cease functioning'; as to specifically what will cause that, your guess is as good as mine. Maybe somebody who's got a low tolerance for smart-alecks will beat me to death.

I will die because factors will fail to diagnose whatever ailment I have until it’s too late. Fat shaming is very real and alive in the medical field.

I have a hunch I will break my neck, falling out of a whore's bed at the age of 101.

brain aneurysm