Inspired by PeteE's post on being given stuff by someone who's husband died in his darkroom...

How would you like to meet your maker? I reckon the above is a real photographer's death, but I've so many other interests... would I want to just keel over into my runner bean trench? Drop dead at the crease, like Andy Ducat who managed it at Lord's, surely no cricketer could hope for a more fitting end? Our out in the hills, where the ravens can get their pay for the joy they've given me over the years?

 

Shot dead by a jealous husband at the age of 101?

 

Quickly, whilst still otherwise able, and with least inconvenience to those that have to deal with the consequences.

 

I'd like to go in the style of Martin of Aragon, who spectacularly died of a combination of indigestion and laughter.

 

Having paid all my debts.........with IOU's.

 

Looking at the sea from the cliffs at Lyme Regis holding my wife's hand

 

As long as you're not running at full tilt, I trust?

 

All I remember from my effort last year is that I was solving a sudoku laid on the bed....not exciting but hey-ho when you gotta go

 

As long as it's quick and painless, in my sleep would probably be best

 

perhaps I should have added "Sitting at dusk holding........"

 

Sitting here laughing at one of Nige's or Zou's jokes.

 

They'd need to come up with a funny one first, so you're safe for a while.

 

Meeow

 

I don't think I'd like to go the way Elvis allegedly left this life,

 

With a return ticket?

 

I'll need some considerable time to think of an answer to that question. Decades at least...

 

Don't believe that nonsense.

Only if I remained in reasonable functioning order.
To answer the question. Death with cardiac arrest caused by over exertion, and no heart attack.

 

I don't care as long as it's after my wife so she doesn't have to deal with it.