I have a paranoid, violent imagination. When I'm in a car, I imagine a car crash, and everything of that sort. It's not pleasant. But there's at least one image of violent death that brings me solace instead. Beheading. Instead of resentment, there's acceptance. Instead of anguish, there's relief. So peaceful. Therapeutic.

Guillotines are dehumanizing. Mightn't be the best thing in the world to be killed by a brainless contraption. I don't want it to feel like an accident. I want someone to be there, to hold me, to tell me without words: "There's nothing more you can do. No longer are you in control of anything except your fluttering heart. Let it rest now. We'll take it from here."

Also, I'm not particularly excited with the idea of being executed by some petty local gang. It must've felt good back in the old days, when you were beheaded by the King's decree, or even by the King's own hand. Feels like the entire universe descends down on you, and you feel happy to be aligned with its design.