There are probably worse ways to go
Drowning is drowning, and it’s not the way I want to die. Nevertheless, there would be a certain symmetry if I were to die as this man did, drowning in a vat of melted chocolate.
As it is, my dream is to do the Bing Crosby thing: be somewhere gorgeous, doing the thing you like to do most (in his case, golfing at a resort overlooking the Atlantic ocean), and then being felled instantly be a massive heart attack.
