Eyes on Death

Today, I had a sudden vision. I foresaw my own death. It was nothing flashy, or dull. It goes like this:

I'm 40, maybe 50 years old. It's morning and I'm reading the paper while eating my breakfast, a cup of coffee and a bagel or something of the sort. I'm wearing a white shirt and a tie and I have a little beard; I'm going to work soon at an office, working for the man but still somewhat successful. My two kids (both boys, maybe around 8 and 10) have just been sent off to school.

My wife is doing the dishes from the boys' breakfast. She is quite pretty, if a bit ordinary-looking, and she has deep lines in her face—not of age so much as ten years of cooking and cleaning for our family. I suspect nothing as she sneaks up to me from behind. With all the pent up anger from our long normal-on-the-outside relationship, she jams a fork into the side of my neck. My head falls forward as the blood soaks my shirt and newspaper. She wipes of her hands, a contemptuous look on her face, grabs her purse and leaves.

So how do you guys die?

With a stake through my heart.

I shall go out with a bang, perhaps I shall pun the pin out of a grenade and sit on it :D;):D

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I'm sure that makes sense to someone, Sheep. xD

i'm gonna die of laughter or boredom or maybe betrayal or maybe because of losing someone very close to me like husband/family member

ill show you soone perme quin

Pink mist.

Sheep's either drunk or being abused somehow. Probably by drink.

This pleases me. :D

Stress.

Or someone will shoot a gun in the wrong direction at a wedding and I'll be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm waiting for that one.

Or one of my brothers' practical jokes will go horribly wrong. I nearly ended up in hospital when they decided to put party poppers in the fridge and I reeled backwards in shock and hit my head on the shelf behind.

I want to be eaten by a hippo. Or maybe I'm standing on a cliff and a T-Rex farts and I fall off. I don't want a boring death.

I've already planned your death for you, Psy. It's pretty cool. Guaranteed news stuff.

I want to die quickly & be happy. But I'd like it to be AWESOME too. I wouldn't mind death by explosion, as long as it's not my fault and loads of others are killed just to get at me, or death by speedy shooting. I wouldn't mind falling either. It'd hurt like hell, but falling's always fun in a weird way. Hey Psy, maybe we could be farted off a cliff together~!

I could fart on you, if you'd like.

Psy will not be farted off a cliff. T-Rexes are involved, however.