When you hit the age at which you realize you're gonna die there should be a government representative comes to see you and asks you how you'd like to go.
This would eliminate diseases such as Cancer. Who in their right mind when asked how would you like to die? is gonna say, "I think I'll have the Cancer please. There'll be none of that sudden death nonsense for me, I'd rather spend the last six months of my life rotting away in a hospital bed while my family watches the slow steady ruination of my body."
You could choose a charitable death. Which, at first glance, may seem a bit hard to put a finger on but imagine this...
You're driving along the highway and come to a blind bend in the road. As you sweep around the bend a deer appears in your line of sight... You swerve to avoid killing this poor defenseless animal and crash through the poorly constructed barrier which lines every road in every country the world over... The car you're driving flies gracefully through the air for a couple of hundred feet and then lands with an earsplitting crunch twelve feet from a brick wall... As momentum carries the car forwards it slams into a mime artist and pins him to the solid concrete wall.
Taking a mime artist with you when you go is, undoubtedly, a charitable death.
Plus, and here's the true advantage of the aforementioned death, your last words could be "Mime your way out of that, motherfucker."
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