How I Might Like To Die

I would like to die in an airplane flying upside down, through a barn. Or in a fire truck, a one woman crash, taking no one with me. Falling off a tightrope above a skyscraper might be nice. I have heard you die of fright before you hit the ground. This would be one way to prove it. But how would I let the world know? I do not want to be eaten by a lion or mauled by a bear. And I do not want to be chased by a mountain lion. Or eaten by a crocodile or an alligator. Maybe I could die from eating too much sugar? Or from choking on a banana split, but at the end. When there is only one spoonful left.