Ask Lemmy

As the Vandals said, "If we all go at once we don't have to say goodbye."

In debt, in love and a bit drunk.

I don't know whos that is, but it's the best. But more in line with the question : I want to see it come. That is my wish.

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.

Just any painless method.

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.

Source: AP News

Thus I finally ruled this out.

I want to be killed by beautiful woman. I would like to die in her arms.

Completely unaware of my impending fate, in some way that my cats will have uninterrupted care.

When I’m good and fucking ready.

I want to live a long and happy life, accomplish as much as I could expect to and love generously...

...and then that one scene from Final Destination 2 with the falling pane of glass.

I'm taken out by truck-kun so I can reincarnate

Cardiac arrest in my sleep somewhere between 60 and 70.

In a way that destroys my brain instantly.

I literally don't care about anything else I just don't want to feel any pain.

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.

I hope I won't! I know it's unrealistic, but this is my hope.

Soon.

Peacefully, with all my mental faculties at the ripe old age of 1,834.

Instant death aneurysm or quick heart attack.

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.

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.

Rogue planet colliding with Earth.

I don't know how, but I hope I die better than I've lived.

200+mph

Meteorite.

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.

That shit would be hilarious.

Soon

Last night would have been great, had the best ending possible.

Like, as long as it is quick and riding a high.

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.

Fast.

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.

Instantly somehow. Or in some kind of heroic last stand situation.

Hypothermia, as apparently it's not at all painful, and I wish to avoid pain.