I am by no means obsessed with death but for as long as I can remember thinking about dying I've fantasized about going out like this: After reaching a point w

I am by no means obsessed with death but for as long as I can remember thinking about dying I've fantasized about going out like this: After reaching a point where I feel like the end is nigh, and/or my quality of life has sufficiently deteriorated, I skydive from 20,000 feet into the mouth of a live volcano. No parachute (obviously). Not sure why I see this as romantically as I do but I can't think of a better way to go.