I'd like to be killed by some sneaky bastard (obviously not killed in a fair fight). Then my lover will slice my carcass up, remove my femur, and carve it into a couple of knives. The rest of her life will be spent hunting the bastard who killed me, and she will barely make it to him before dying herself, but in the final moments, she will bury my femur shards through his eye sockets and ears.
Wait, is this about how I'd like to die, or how I'd like someone else to die? Maybe it's a two-birds-with-one-stone scenario.
Actually I can think of loads of great ways to die. Maybe I will load up on hallucinogens and leap from an aircraft without a parachute. Maybe I will dive into a volcano. I definitely prefer the idea of dying whenever I feel like it; rightfully taking my arrogance to the grave.