Since my dream of dying in a whorehouse went unfulfilled, I'll probably go by one of the following:
I smoke and have COPD, I drink vodka like a Russian, straight out of the bottle, I've carried a legal concealed weapon since 2011 (always sober then but accidental discharges can happen to anyone), I reload ammo in the garage and smoke and drink at the same time (but keep the ashtray on the other side of the garage), heart disease runs in my family as well as colon cancer, I use a lot of solvents and other chemicals to refurbish old things, I hunt deer, rabbits, and squirrels, I drive like a bat out of hell to get wherever I'm going, I'm always throwing aerosol cans and junk ammo in the burn barrel, it's always slippery as **** outside in the Winter, I use kerosene heaters and lamps in the garage to keep warm, I worked as a bricklayer for 15 years inhaling a lot of dust from construction materials, and I worked as an electronics bench tech for 12 years peering through a magnifying glass and breathing solder fumes. I also cast my own lead bullets out of wheel weights and tin but only outside and in the Summer. I was also a rock musician for 30 years and was livin' the dream, so you can guess the stupid shit I did then. Lots of ways to die but nobody knows when they'll get theirs. Only God knows that.