a long death.. doesn't have to be painful, just long.. so i'll have enough time to run up my minutes on my phone by calling everybody i've ever known.. mainly ex's.. be like "hey bitch .. i'm dieing.. no seriously i'm dieing.. before i die i just wanted to say why i'm dieing.. i have aids" then hang up .. scare a bitch.. it'd be fun

(i dont actually have aids but i'd probably sleep with alot of my ex's if i did hahaha)
While laying there on my last gasp of breath I'd fart in public and proudly admit "it was me" while blowing my nose on some standing by ladies shoes..