Novel & Cerita 1000 Funny Ways To Die

"Underpants." To his credit, he didn't outright laugh, but he sound incredulous when he said, "Seriously?" She bobbed her head. "Unfreakn' believable." He couldn't help his sarcasm from showing through when he added, "Let me guess, those are usually missing too?" "No. But they don't belong to the prisoner either." "Geez, this is getting weird." "No, this is weird. The third accidental deaths are drowning." "How does someone drown in a cell?" He no sooner asked than he uttered, "Oh. Ooooh." He blew out a breath. "The ultimate swirly. What a rotten way to go."

I exclaimed, laughing hysterically. “That would be the most epic way to die, don’t you think?” He said as he wiggled his eyebrows at me. “You’re not going to die with your dick inside of me.” I said as I looked down. “We’re about 15 seconds from dying anyways.” I shrugged. “What about just a solid thrust. Not actually fucking, but just having my dick comfortably inside of you.” He said as he tilted his head and smirked. “Keep dreaming.” I said as I gave him a playful look.

He said as he left my room. Tafana is the fastest and most risky way to die, how is it possible that the little witch survived? What trick has she played on us?

How was he so happy and eager when it came to all the horrible ways people died? "That doesn't sound real," Emmet bluntly put out with nothing else to say. "Oh, I know. It's pure propaganda. It's about how the future Sýnnefan tradition of setting the dead in caskets into the sea is supposed to be wrong. Their people can be burned into ashes first, or placed into a floating coffin, or in a sinking coffin. If you feel like being pretentious, you can set your dead family's floating coffin on fire," Jasper smiled out a bit too widely, one eye twitching rapidly.

“How are you feeling?” Zen groaned. Honestly, he felt like this was the worst sleep he had so far. Father Clarence was looking at him with eyes of concern, wondering what the boy did to return to the church this soon. Didn’t he mass craft the healing salves? Suffocation and drowning were probably some of the more terrifying ways to die. Honestly, Zen preferred to die from fall damage or get beaten up until his HP dwindled away. It would not be as brutal as smelling slime butts. Even getting shot to death might be slightly better. It was less embarrassing if Zen ignored how he died semi-naked.

“You want to fight with the judge with your IQ? Hurry up and cut off your internal organs. If you don’t cut off your internal organs soon, there won’t be enough time. When the time comes, your brain will be pierced by high heels!” “What a waste of time. The countdown is almost half over. Hurry up and cut off her internal organs!” “This woman won’t cut off her internal organs until her head is blown off by the high-heeled shoes, right? That would be too boring!” “No, not many people are willing to wait for death when they have a chance to live. At least, a scumbag like her can’t do it!” “You didn’t see her expression. I’m dying of laughter. My smile froze!”

Crystal countered back. I pursed my lips and shrugged. "I think the worst way to die is when you do not know about it. Like dying in one's sleep. You know when they're stabbed, butchered, jump off a plane, or are involved in an accident, they have that whole my-life-is-flashing-in-front-of-my-eyes moment but when they die of no cause at all, it's worse." They all stared at me like another head had sprouted out of the side of my neck like a blooming rose. "Damn," Crystal said. "That's kind of deep-ish."

Michael stared at William. He wasn't joking and he looked at Michael seriously. Michael said in a hoarse voice, "Can you really help me?" "Of course! It's very simple if you want to die!" William looked at him indifferently. "How can you die if you jump into the sea with other people watching? You should choose a location with no one around and I can even recommend a few ways to commit suicide. The first way is to cut your wrist. All you need to do is to get up and break the IV drip bottle and use the sharp fragments to cut your wrist. Everything will be solved by then. Do you want to try?"

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

He saw me as nothing but an obstacle to his true love, desperate to be free of me. His friends immediately offered suggestions. Until one proposed an idea that had everyone eagerly anticipating the outcome. "I've got the perfect plan—Travis, you fake your death at the wedding. We'll livestream it and watch her break down completely, crying her eyes out!" After saying this, the person seemed to realize they'd gone too far and stopped talking.