Probably from not paying attention to how I'm driving.
Medication abuse?
Lets just say it involves a hairclip and a bit of imagination.
I get assassinated at my Presidential Inauguration which takes place on the 3rd of January, 2037.
I expect to die of a broken heart sometime not long after my husband. Or cancer. Like all the women on my mom's side of the family have some kind of cancer. Cervical, breast, ovarian, blood...
Yeah, it'll probably be cancer in my 70's.
Probably saving the Earth from aliens. I imagine I'll take many innocent bystanders with me.
There is no signature here. Move along.
Complete instantaneous de-atomisation. I wish to spend my life developing a device capable of performing this.
Kefka's coming, look intimidating!
Have a nice day!!
I'll probably be an innocent bystander.
Bow before the mighty Javoo!
In truth: Heart problems
In fantasy: A gunman will come to our school and I will save everyone's life by sacrificing my own...
I'm not sure I'll ever choose to die, but if I do, it'll be by something pretty spectacular, like the death of the universe or something.
I'll probably go out from disease or something, but hopefully I find a quicker and less painful while still cool way to die.
I'm going to be murdered i think. Probably hit and run, or kidnapping....
Or i'll die in childbirth. I have really weak hips and it would probably drain too much of me. At least the baby will be alive though.
~*Fizzgig*~