I'm not worried re my exit
as in "Death where is thy sting?"
but the manner of departure
that's a very different thing.
There are certain ends, it’s true,
that I really wouldn't mind,
tales told at reunions
by the family left behind.
Small wish, though, to be hang gliding
when all starts to go awry
screaming names of every deity
as I hurtle through the sky.
Nor experiment, and order
highly toxic Fugu fish
if through faulty preparation
I'm found face down in my dish.
After deep and careful thought
on the form of my demise,
there’s a wealth of final curtains –
let it come as a surprise.