How do you think you will die?

I'll probably die slipping on the bathtub and snapping my neck. My shower is on the bathtub and my bathtub is very slippery, so I accepted the fact that that's how I'm gonna go.
 
Obviously know one knows when there gonna die(unless your suicidal), knowing your characteristics and personality how do you think you will die. Example: I'm clumsy that's why  I said I would die by slipping on the bathtub.

I'll probably die someday. Just a speculation.

Or just put a mat down.

Blackhole ..........  

I'm sure Death will have something to do with it. Guy's a real twat.

my death will be caused by me jumping off a plane, prolly at 55

A stabbing.

I'll die the same way everyone does.
 
A lack of oxygen to the brain.

Depressing...

In an attempt to jump over a(n) X while riding a rocket powered Y

I reckon a stabbing - mugging or shooting of some sort due to a confrontation with one of the many thugs and tossers that roam around the UK right now doing whatever they please. 
If not then it will more than likely be a result of the unavoidable war on the horizon, if im lucky enough to survive the initial assault i may live long enough to die due to conflict! 
Though i am pretty unlucky, so if im smart and play it safe it will be an accident or terminal illness!

dirty bomb
or heart attack

Satan Claus will return from death and stab me in the gut. Then the Final Santanic War shall begin.

We'll see.
 
Though I'm pretty sure i'll die in a knife fight with a bear

Health related. 
Def

" We'll see.  Though I'm pretty sure i'll die in a knife fight with a bear "

Struck by a bolt of Lightning. Headshot!

Either, slumped over my keyboard or playing a video game.

I'll be found in 60 years. 
They'll kill me. 
Port me over to some country. 
Then I'll be back to life in an emotional sequence of events. 
Children's tears will be involved. 
Then cancer.

strawberry poptart.

Enemy calls in a Tactical Nuke :3

Hail of bullets.

I won't.

Death.

health related or murder. i'm way too cautious about both 

World War 3 since we all know thats bound to happen sooner than later. Stupid people and their willingness to kill everyone over stupid shit.

Hopefully in a hilarious and/or ironic way.

Flying into the alien mothership's energy weapon because my last missile won't fire.
 
Hopefully this won't happen too soon since I've yet to think of a cutting one liner to go out on.

Anal trauma.

 My heart  will get the RRoD.

A helicopter will crash into me as I'm walking down the street.

Health related.

" Flying into the alien mothership's energy weapon because my last missile won't fire.  Hopefully this won't happen too soon since I've yet to think of a cutting one liner to go out on. "

I really don't know.
 
Probably old age, damnit.

Sippin' on some sizzurp.

I come to you from the future. 
The year is 2032.  I am roaming the mall early in the morning  looking for a birthday present for my supermodel/actress wife when there is a nuclear attack.  The mall is saved from the attack (as in the future all shopping malls are made out of lead), however my unwillingness to poop in public restrooms proves disastrous.  The mall is quarantined - nobody is allowed in or out.  I have - not thinking - been eating nothing but cinabuns, mall chinese food and bran muffins.  Time passes and i've been holding it in for 3 weeks.  Toxins are building in my body.  My stomach is grotesquely swollen.  Finally the military arrives to rescue us.  I make my way down the escalator as the power suddenly turns back on.  As the escalator begins to move i realize - horrified - that i was actually going down the up escalator.  I fall for what seems like an eternity but is actually 3 and a half minutes.  As one of the soldiers watches my sickly bloated body come to a bloody halt at the bottom of the up escalator he bursts into laughter and his gun accidentally discharges.  The bullets spray upwards and  hit a hanging banner for Ashton Kutcher's latest movie.  The banner flops to the ground and pins the laughing soldier down with Ashton's crotch smothering the soldier's face.  At this sight I begin to laugh, however the laughter triggers mechanisms in my body better left uninitiated.  My head spins, my stomach gurgles, my rectum can no longer resist, and I poop so violently that i simultaneously rupture most of my internal organs.  In addition I slowly begin to suffocate from the unbearable scent.  Death takes an unbearably and humiliatingly long time to overtake my ravaged body.  Considering the circumstances its not a bad way to go. 
 
The moral of the story :  
learn to poop in public places. 

Fighting a shark in a hot dog suit.

Fire ants.

Stabbed in Bangladesh

murder suicide.

I will die 181 years old trying to remove a bra with my teeth.

That's not something I'd like to think about.

I'm going to die the same way most of us will: Zombies.

 In a blaze of glory, I hope. 

Chuck Norris will kill me......I will be honored

I'm not sure how I'll die, but I'll make sure my granddaughter will discover the body reclined in an armchair, clinging on to A la recherche du temps perdu.