I am going to die of caffeine
overdose one day at 3AM while trying to reinstall Linux, reboot Solaris and understand Zope
at the same time.
I am going to die when the Popocatepetl explodes.
I am going to die the day I decide to take a really good look at the cabling in the network closet.
I am going to die when the pesero I am riding on takes the wrong turn and disappears into a ciudad perdida.
I am going to die when my plane, instead of carrying me safely to the other side of the pond, or Canada, or some other place, plummets from the sky turning itself into a burnt spot. I hope I have distinctive enough dental work.
I am going to die the day Microsoft realizes I am trying to kill their revenues in Mexico.
I am going to die the day my hacker buddies realize I am not really one of them, and choke me with a dangling pointer.
I am going to die when the Laguna Verde nuclear power station blows up, raining radioactive cesium on the cows that produce the milk that I have at breakfast.
When I die, I want "Ya se lo llevò la chingada" as an epitaph, in order to show lack of gravity in grave circumstances.
I am going to die by orangeing.