I have never thought a lot about how I want to go. Peacefully and painlessly, and preferably in my sleep, I guess. I do know how I DON'T want to go: in a fire or by being eaten by something.

The way my mother did this week... Quietly, in her sleep, at home with it loved ones.

It's difficult for me to see "death" as something real. I was born remembering a past life, and used to constantly return to the eternal place between reincarnations to play with my friends when I was a toddler, and growing up. I also would sometimes leave my body and go up through the ceiling to that place, for the same reason.

To me, that world was as valid as my current one, and all my life I've had trouble staying in this time line and not seeing the future.

I also had to learn early to block my mind so I wouldn't read other people's thoughts and emotions-mostly depressing- although I did connect more freely with animals and plants. Also I don't have to throw up mental barriers with the Thai, since they do so much meditation and are mind-readers themselves.

Einstein taught us that all matter is a form of energy, so since energy can neither be created nor destroyed, we have always existed and will always exist in some energy form, and all energy is connected.

No reason to think energy souls don't exist, and quantum physics already tells us different dimensions exist.

"For physicists, the distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion." -Einstein

Take a dose of something from a doctor.

Ummmmmm... I do not prefer to die at all. Thank you very much.

My favorite is the Hearth Attack... I don't know what that is, but it sounds cozy, curled up with a nice hot toddy. But to be honest, I think I'd like to be drunk... imagine staggering around in the afterlife trying to find my keys.

medically induced coma

I'll die in bed at 100 years being shot by a jealous husband

Without knowing it!

Apparently drowning is the most euphoric death after the first bit of panic once your lungs fill up with water.

If I can choose an impossibly fictitious death, it would be to be fellatiated to death by a 1985 version of Lea Thompson.

Just like the Iron Giant

Mailed by a mountain lion. Or in my sleep, with a will in place, arrangements already made, after telling my daughter that I love her.

in our sleep.

I'd like to be smothered between the breasts of former Fox News anchormodel, Kimberly Guilfoyle OR murdered by a gang of dwarves dressed like the Munchkins from the Lollipop Guild. Either way, I'm making the headlines.