If he has to go, playwright Tom Stoppard prefers a literary demise:

I have a spasm of envy for the person that was killed by a falling bookcase, as long as it doesn't happen prematurely... It would be a good way to go. You went when you were in a good frame of mind and you were doing something pleasant and interesting. A lot of people would say, 'I would rather have a heart attack at the height of sexual passion.' On the whole, I would prefer to be killed by a bookcase.

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