Climbing to top of oil refinery a la James Cagney and waving gun shouting "Top of the World, Ma!"
I imagine my sphincters will all relax and I'll let loose one giant wet fart.
A high-speed hearse to the crematorium 'burn-up', with Pink Floyds 'Comfortably Numb' track playing at full volume through massive speakers, endless alcohol flows, while all my family & friends party the night away! lol :-)
A small farewell party with those closest to me so that I can thank each one for the gift of their friendship. Liquor will be served. Tears will be shed.
State funeral at Westminister Abbey.
Death... I would imagine. Just like everyone else.