Drowning. The idea of breathing in water and then reflexively coughing it out, only to breath in more water, puts this manner of death at the top of my list. For my last meal, I would like a large canadian bacon pineapple pizza, a chicken fried steak, a slice of garlic french bread, one big bacon burger with lots of ketchup, mustard and mayonnaise, a bowl of strawberry ice cream, and a big pitcher of grapefruit juice that the prison guard (my good friend KSM32) has secretly mixed a bottle of gin into. (Yes, I can eat all that because I would fast the three previous days leading up to my execution.) Also, no needle for me. I want to get the original Old Sparky electric chair hooked up so that I can take the juice.