Glorious Death

Following our conversation the other day, David and I decided to ask a few of our very favourite people what their most glorious death would be. I'll be posting a selection of replies, and please do add your own.

PS. Mine involved saving the world and Christian Slater. Although it is possible I have now changed him to Jonas Armstrong (that's Robin Hood off the telly).

"I receive my Turner Prize trophy and just as I am midway through my first television interview in over five years, I dramatically collapse in Nicholas Glass's arms and can be heard whispering, as I finally meet my maker .... 'amazing things happen every day ... but to see them, you must look with your heart, not with your eyesssssss...............' THUD."

"I am trecking through deep tropical jungle. Possibly, I am carrying the largest flawless black diamond in the world. It is late morning, yet so far I have already dispatched about a dozen attackers, using a variety of techniques including kung fu, wire booby traps, and a semi-automatic mobile rocket launcher. I am now sure of success, proud of my brilliance, only metres away from the awaiting helicopter.

From nowhere, a huge black panther pounces and pins me to the ground, a paw on each of my shoulders. It sniffs my face, licks me with a hot rough tongue, then bites my neck, severing my jugular. The panther eats parts of my body, including my clenched left hand and, with it, the black diamond."

"I suspect that I would have to save the world with my actions. On the understanding that whatever I did, the death would have to be instant (no lingering agonies thank you). Maybe I would reverse global warming by flying directly into the sun with stacks of appropriate chemicals attached to my body (I would obviously have to wear dark glasses). I would be linked to earth so that I could hear all the cheering."