Peacefully, when I'm even older than my username indicates I am now.
Which reminds me of the story of old Murdo, who was on his deathbed when he summoned his pal Hector. "Hector", he said; "We've been chums for a long, long time, and you know I'm not long for this world. Will you do something for me?" "Anything at all, dear friend", said Hector; "Just say the word". "Come closer", croaked Murdo; "This is for your ears only." So Hector bent down and placed his ear close to Murdo's parched, cracked old lips. "Under this bed", whispered the dying man, "there's a bottle of 100 year old Macallan (note; other whiskies are available). When I'm dead and in my coffin, and before they screw the lid down, would you sprinkle the contents of the bottle all over my poor corpse?" Hector looked his friend in the eye. "We've been friends all our lives, Murdo; it's the finest single malt in the world, and it's your dying wish. OF COURSE I'll do that for you". There followed a short pause, before Hector added, "You won't mind if I strain it through my kidneys first?"
