I've actually already written out a couple things following hard times. I know that at any given time I could get into an accident and become a vegetable or in a coma, so it's a nice thing to prepare for. If I were to become a vegetable, fuck that. Pull the plug. If I'm not myself or able to contribute to the world, I'm not gonna be kept alive just as a sack of meat. As for a coma, I give myself 6 months before doing the same. Again, I would rather die than be kept alive as a useless meat sack.
As for preferable cause of death, I'd say as a bomb destroying this one building I never liked and don't want to be in this world. And then confetti spreads fucking everywhere. Y'know, gotta make it at least a little festive.
"Cogito, ergo es eggo." A.K.A. "I think, therefore you are a waffle."