I have never given much thought about how I would die. Car crash. Disease. Or maybe just the overly-used old age, rotting out like a vegetable. Nothing quite exciting or interesting.

Never in my life would I have thought that I would die this way. But, maybe, I'm okay with it. Dieing in the place of someone that I could possibly love.

Not the excitement I was looking for, but, I think it would be a nice way to go.