As asked.
“In my own bed, with a belly full of wine and a maiden’s mouth around my cock, at the age of eighty.”
Obviously the ideal is to die under suspicious circumstances in a large house with many rooms and secret passages, a variety of potential murder weapons, and several mutually distrustful colorful characters.
I want to die peacefully in my sleep like my uncle, not screaming in terror like his passengers.
Not likely though.
Had a heart attack recently… while waiting for surgery, asleep, they tell me my heart stopped for eight seconds.
No clue. Woke up in the morning like usual, browsing my phone when they come in and tell me.
Hopefully just like that.
My dad died this exact same way and while doctors kept saying he didn’t suffer at all because it was so quick I just thought they were being reassuring since I guess that is what they are supossed to say.
Your comment helps me to make the burden of his passing a bit lighter. Thank you.
Well you probably starve to death lost in a giant space neandertal’s vagina. Probably not as good as you think.
