Instead of dying in the boring and long, painful ways human typically die like cancer and liver failure, I think it’d be better if when it was your time your head just violently exploded.

You know, walking through the grocery store, ka-pow! Brains and skull everywhere. A blood fountain as your heart hammers out its last few beats.

“I guess it was his time,” says a cashier, having seen it all before. And then, into the mic, “Clean-up on aisle nine. Bring some gloves.”

No pain, just lots of bleach afterwards.