I honestly don't know how to answer this truthfully. Earlier this year, I was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer. After one week of being in pain and believing I had 6-12 months to live, I believed I was dying. That's a very interesting place to go to in your head. The biopsy revealed that I have what Steve Jobs had and I know I am walking away from this ungly disease. I am well on my way.
The silver lining of this year of being admitted to hospital 8 times, going through the pleasures of cheotherapy, getting septecemia, being taken to hospital twice by ambulance, has been living in the moment and savouring life. Every minute of it. I know it will end.
Having such a close call and looking at death in the face and a painful way to go, I'd have to side with a lethal orgasm that's followed with an immediatefast check out. The no-parachute gig sounds amusing. Human slingshot over the Grand Canyon, or off a roof top in New York (at night) into Times Square on New Year's Eve could be pretty cool.