Cardiac arrest as a result of blood loss secondary to hereditary hemorrhagic telangiectasia.

Which is why, when something bad happens, I get to say the exceedingly cool, “I know what’s going to kill me, and this isn’t it.”

Assuming present trajectory, taken care of, but regretting being the last man out the door of the family I grew up with, I’m regretfully sure I haven’t met anyone yet who will be there after those folks I’ll miss have all gone.

I’ve planned my death, but I won’t tell anyone the details because I don’t want to be distracted from the experience.

I’m not depressed or suicidal. It’s something I’ve planned for old age, when I’m becoming invalid.

Either old age or a bag taped over my head, though people tend to urge against the latter

By nobody stopping me from building my own helicopter.

This has changed over the last 15 years.

For the longest time I was sure it going to be by my own hand. I had looked at different methods of suicide. I had very bad depression and I thought about it a lot. I eventually started treatment and while it was still a struggle and in no way cured my depression, it helped me make changes in my life that took me out of the situations that exacerbated the depression. I also started treatment for my ADHD.

Now, I’m not so sure. I still have the occasional bout of hopelessness, crying, and ideation. But it’s rare now. My girlfriend and her daughter are moving in soon and I’m starting to be optimistic about the future.

Now it’s probably my health, a car accident, or I blow myself up somehow.

I don’t exercise and I work from home. So I’m overweight and don’t move as much as I should.

I like to drive and let’s be honest, it’s a dangerous method of travel.

I work with explosives. We make it as safe as it can be and it’s unlikely something will happen, but it’s an inherent risk of the profession.

Ah the twin question to how do you want to die. I don’t know but live in a city with many traffic deaths, am old enough to die from heart attack, my grandma (the one I take after the most, physically ) got Alzheimer’s, my mom got a bladder infection when old, got hospitalized, didn’t recover.

I take good care of myself so guessing, sadly, dementia when old, as it’s not really totally preventable yet and I’m not prone to cancer. Maybe stroke since I’m a migraineuse but we live very close to hospital and know the signs.

Climate catastrophe

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

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.

Sugar overdose…

My luck I’ll somehow live forever; if only to suffer the consequences of life. But if I had my way, I’d love to go “peacefully” in my sleep. Just lay down one night and never wake up.

Liquid nitrogen leak over a weekend.

My username

Heart attack. I’ve had a lot of problems with strep in my life due to an immune gap, which tends to weaken your heart.