Some possibilities:
- Like the French President Félix Faure: sexed to death. Only with multiple women.
- Peacefully in my sleep. Although I won't insist on anyone staying at my bedside. I'd rather let them go out if they wanted to, after I had told them what they needed to know.
- If I'm diagnosed with Alzheimer (a possibility since my grandfather has it), I'd stay along as long as possible and write a message detailing my admission to let a selected person decide upon my life and death beyond a certain point, have that witnessed and notarized. When I can no longer function properly, my life little more than whimpering and shitting my pants, I would like to be taken to the archipelago on summer, and watch the sunrise on one of the more remote islands after I had been administered a lethal dose of something fittingly painless. But I'd much prefer the two other options.