I have a scrapbook that I've been working on with photos, drawings, letters and other memories of my friends, family, my daughter and my soulmate. When it's finished, I will put it away until the time is right and then take it to my final resting place (somewhere out in nature, peaceful and overlooking the sea). I shall run through my pre-flight checklist and spend an hour or two going through my scrapbook and reliving all of the wonderful memories.
When the time comes, it'll be the evening magic hour, and as the sky blushes with rose and amber, I shall take my final sip of whisky, turn on the gas and then look out to the ocean enjoying the sense of peace, closure and finality as my vision dims, the ocean waves echo into nothingness and I lose the thread of my final conscious thoughts.
Beautiful.