Ask Lemmy

Knowing my luck, probably cancer.

Having the time of my life

Not sure how but I will be underground, nostalgic and depressed when I do.

Shmurdered Murdered....

Suicide.

Not at all I guess?

Choked to death by the Canadian Prime Minister.

A horrible accident involving a pair of eyeglasses.

Saving the world a lot.

you ever see those pictures of birds with their guts exposed and it being full of plastic?

thats this benzing ring (plastic)

Suicide I guess.

On an intelligent journey.

I die of either choking on a boiled potato meal or eat to death, both sound plausible...

Some of you may die, but that's a price I'm willing to pay.

Jubilation T. Cornpone is the name of a Confederate general from an old comic strip called Lil' Abner. In the story line, he's kind of like a local "hero" who was famous for his incompetence.

So, my death will most likely be from some outlandish yet predictable, self-inflicted blunder. Like Wyle E. Coyote sawing through the edge of the cliff he happens to be standing on.

Being the boss

alone and unknown :')

I died doing what I loved, making art.

By becoming a libertarian techno-warlord who dies when my company owned city state invades the nation of disney.

I would not be the only one

Err.. I don't even know how to understand that. Eaten by kraken?

Sailing. I guess an accident

"D'un coup d'épée,
Frappé par un héros, tomber la pointe au coeur !"...
-- Oui, je disais cela !... Le destin est railleur !...
Et voilà que je suis tué dans une embûche,
Par-derrière, par un laquais, d'un coup de bûche !
C'est très bien. J'aurai tout manqué, même ma mort.

Something not safe for work, and probably not safe at all.

I die from too much excitement while playing Bonestorm?

Details of demise unclear but I'm excited to find out, may need a safe word lol

probably something cult related I guess

Killed by a Pictish tribe in scotland

His name is Candy and he has a good shot.

I'd piss off the wrong person with an excess of style with ease

I catch a Solarbeam to the face!

Slashed to ribbons by freshly escaped crazed Wolverine.

In world war IV, I'd say.

It's happening one way or another. But not both.

I'm so incredibly okay with this, no matter how the universe opts to interpret it

My descendent will be turned into a terminator by the out of control AI death robots sent to kill the generations long Canadian insurgency in order to come back in time and take me and my family out.

it was the sweet tooth in the end

No one would see it, but they may hear it.

Something involving a large sheep dog.

Genetic engineering gone wrong