Anyways, the kind of death I've been thinking about is the kind the Eskimos perform for their elders.
They place them on a section of ice, with a set of nice pajamas on, and then they simply push the ice float out to sea.
Curling up upon the fluffy, feathery snow, the person closes their eyes, soothed by the lullaby of the waves, and drift softly into eternal slumber.
I envy the Alaskins, I've been thinking about that, and if when to go, I think that's the way I would do it.
One of my biggest fears is being buried alive, and this way I wouldn't have to be, and even if I was, by some chance, still alive when thought to be dead, the cold would lull me to sleep. a nice peaceful death.
That's my though for now, if you have any comments, please leave them in my guest book.