Of the possible ways I could die prematurely I think I would be fine dying because what I believe is too dangerous to be allowed to continue. For one, if I’m dead, I no longer have to deal with the soul crushing reality we live in. But more than that I would honestly love it if anyone cared enough about me to fry me to a crisp in the first place. I’m lonely and disenfranchised enough, even being hated and feared sounds kind of nice because at least someone cares.