You must decide how the poster above you kicks the bucket.

the piano moving people dropped one from 30 floors up

 

you saw the piano coming, but you were wearing scuba gear at the time and you tripped on your flippers and your goggles fogged up.

 

choked on a little boy....0.0

 

got flattened by a passing tourist... damn man we need a tourist crossing sign in our front yard

 

a picture in a book you were reading came alive and curious, you wandered in, where you met a seriously cross leprachaun who liked everything just so.... "an' hooo da fock moit yoo be?" he asked... stunned, you could not reply so he turned you into a fly... tree days later, still lost in the book, you got trapped in a spiders web cos you wasn't lookin' where you was flyin'. you got spider-ate

 

hit by a "lorry"...splattered across the "windscreen"..then a passing motorist picked you up and placed you in the "boot"...and no one knew you were there when he crashed into the channel

 

was flying low over the bermuda triangle in your little red plane when you hit a ghost-ship... you survived that, but the ghosts, trying to revive you, managed to momentarily.... when you opened your eyes and saw that ghosts really do exist, you got scared to death...

 

your parasitic twin on your right bum cheek fanaly sucked the life out of you.

 

beaten by cops at a protest.

 

Attempted to smoke crack while driving over 200 mph.

 

you were way too good at oral sex for your own good... you had girls quein' for miles along the street.... found one cold morning, drowned in pussy juice

 

ate bad shrimp

 

swallowed too much froth with your beer and accidentally burped really loud as the queen was being driven past in her bentley... security thought the sound was of an unsuccessful bomb, muffled by your clothing, and you were shot on the spot...

 

and you were behind him and caught the bullet as it passed though him, killing two birds with one stone

 

you became convinced you were a pigeon... to tried to fledge yourself out one of the windows, towards the top of Canary Wharf...

 

Assassinated by Ryan Cecrest.

 

pushed it too far and fell off...

 

you lived in Whitechapel, and thought you were in Islamabad so beheaded yourself

 

you ate a curry from whitechapel... you farted as you left the building, and your insides came clean out all over the filthy pavement... there was no saving them...

 

and you came along and slipped in my guts and fell under a cab, it squashed your guts out and they mixed with mine, so now we are family !