@scamp, it is my great ambition to die laughing. I have made my son promise that if he is on hand when I seem to be near my end, he will lean over and say something to me that will just fracture me so I can bust a gut with laughter. In fact, he has a saying that always reduces me to helpless hysterics, so I think that’ll work.
In reality it’ll probably be something to do with breathing. I had a case of pneumonia as an infant and whooping cough as a teen that left me permanently susceptible to breathing problems. I am very careful to avoid flareups of bronchial asthma (and I run from a cold as if it were bubonic), but sooner or later I think that’ll get me. If not, I’d look for the time-honored stroke, a family favorite.