You fly at 40 miles per hour straight into the side of a building, snapping your neck and leaving you almost completely paralyzed. You are incapable of movement, speech, or taking care of yourself in any way, so you are put on life support in your local hospital for the next 37 years, at which point funding runs out, and your family is forced to choose to pull the plug, thinking you are braindead. Your final moments are spent in agony as your organs slowly shut down one by one.
I wish to die in some horrible, gruesome fashion.
(0) HALT, CITIZEN, IT'S ROBOCOP THO