One side of my family is all heart disease, the other side is all cancer.

I’ll obviously find a way to die of heart cancer.

Probably suicide.

Liquid nitrogen leak over a weekend.

Helium mask.

I went through a serious bout of cancer when I was 30 and saw what it looks like trying to fight the inevitable. I’ve been cancer free for about 9 years now, but the suffering I went through and saw in others left its mark on me.

When I do finally get sick again, I will go out on my terms, not the disease’s.

My main mode of transportation is a bicycle and I live in North America. I will likely die spread out on the asphalt when someone runs me over with their oversized SUV/truck after they blow through an intersection out of turn while on a Facetime call.

No amount of defensive riding will protect you against that, unfortunately.

I hope it’s not for a long time. I grew up seeing my great grandmother age gracefully and finally pass in peace in her favorite chair reading John Grisham novels. I admired that woman so much, despite the fact that she lived alone, her life partner long gone, she enjoyed her humble life in her cozy home.

I hope to do the same, for my heart to just stop beating in my advanced age. I’ve told my family that I don’t think I’ll mind even if I’m the last to go, I want to see how it all ends. I want to see the good and the bad of everything. I want to live as long as I possibly can.

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I’ve thought about this, and having worked in hospitals and nursing homes, I’ve seen a lot of people die, so it’s given me some perspective.

My husband is the closest person to me by far. He also has a lot of chronic health problems. I suspect he will pass away before me.

The older I get, the fewer people I have in my life. In my 20s and into my 30s, I had a lot of friends, but little by little they’ve fallen off. I’ve got a couple friends in my MTG playgroup and one friend who I go longboarding with in the summer, but beyond that, I’ve pretty much lost touch with everyone. This only gets worse as time passes.

Best-case scenario is that I die in a nursing home or hospital, completely alone. Maybe my nieces and nephews might visit sometimes, but there’s no way I’d ever see them frequently, nor should they feel compelled. I’ll be old and confused in a strange scary place, with people talking in that condescending baby voice that I saw a lot of CNAs and nurses use. If I’m still able, I can play video games or something up until the end, but I have reason to suspect I have the beginning of Parkinson’s like my dad, so slim chance of that. I’ll just die staring at the ceiling, in a completely emotionless void.

Worst-case scenario (most likely) is that I get put in a nursing home but evicted for being too poor. Then I’d just die faster out on the streets or something, or in a shelter. And come to think of it, this might actually be the preferred scenario.

Either way, I’ll certainly die alone and unloved.

In a motor vehicle accident.

I’m only starting my sixth decade on this rock.

I fully expect to die in one of two ways:

1. In the resource conflicts of the 2030s and 2040s, as multiple worldwide crop failures due to chaotic weather brings widespread starvation to even first-world countries like Canada, and there will be people who will gladly kill me for what I’m growing in my backyard.
2. A preventable/cureable old-age ailment or incident of some kind in the 2040s of 2050s, as the healthcare system will likely no longer exist for anyone outside the Parasite Class by that point.

Huh, guess I have a unique one.

I’m pretty sure I’m going to die by falling down. Either tripping or slipping.

I don’t have a very good sense of where my body is in relation to the things around me. I walked into wall corners a LOT as a kid, for example. I struggle to walk down stairs if I can’t look down and see my feet and the stairs. I CAN do it, but I have to go real slow. Because I just don’t have a good sense of where my foot is in relation to the next step.

Pretty sure someday I’m just gonna either fall down a set of stairs and break my neck, or I’m going to slip on something slippery and, again, break my neck.

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Food riot/starvation/exposure/myself brought on by climate collapse.

Otherwise, odds are with my family, it’ll be my heart will go out or diabetes. Can’t rule out car accident though.

Sugar overdose…

Climate catastrophe

I’ll probably get bodied by a massive SUV while cycling