- Not in an embarassing way - Not be killed by another person - Not in decomposing condition - In natural cause Can I really choose? I wish.
Drooling over all the Nick Stokes pictures, and dying of my heart beating to fast for my body to control!
Severely mangled after getting in a fight with the construction workers outside my window because they won't shut the shell UP! But don't worry. I did a number on them as well. OR. Suffocated crawling through Grissom's air ducts. Is that weird?
They'd find me in Sara's appartment, trying to figure out all of the mysteries of Sara Sidle... And I might just take advantage of that situation to clear the air in Sara's lovelife
I'd like to think they wouldn't find me at all but they're good. So. They'd hopefully find me in a compromising situation with Sara and/or Sofia, trying to get an alibi for the time Grissom's body disappeared from the face of the world... Should they find me dead, then I'd probably have done too much drinking, passed out and been mugged by some kids on the streets. I'd be in pretty bad shape and smell of old booze and well, death.
Hopefully, fully clothed and looking beautiful! I hope they would find that my death was accidental and quick. I'd also prefer an abbreviated autopsy, and would prefer it if they didn't have to wash my naked body, because that's just weird...
Interesting question...They probably would find me drowned in diet coke!!! Either that, or with the tv on : if that happens, no need to discover C.O.D, here it is : my favourite football team just lost the title...(there would then probably also be several empty bottles of vodka to drown my sorrow...)
haha....I'd be in Nicks closet soaking up all the sexy texan charm that is him or in grissoms closaet, whichever is fine
They'd find me in my room, surrounded by my CSI DVDs, up to my eyebrows in Math homework. I'd've died of a work overload and and an overdose of crystal lite, Pepsi and chocolate. Either that or under a foot of ice in one of the random lakes that have been popping up in Calgary because I was a moron and fell through the ice on one of them.
- Not naked would be good. - Preferably before my body becomes soup - Unless I'm going to be naked. Then soup is good. - I don't want to be murdered. - Or some other painful scary way. - I want to die laughing on my 89th birthday. - Chocolate overdose. I'd slip into an unconsiousness full of jean clad Grissom's and curly haired Sara's and then fall of the edge of life happy. That is all.
Um, I'm a holiday weekend worker at Bath & Body so they'd find me in the stock room, underneath a million bottles of lotion and home accents. I am also a paralegal, so the other scenario would be murdered while at court during break. Eeek!
Hopefully not horribly burned or drowned--those are the two ways I definitely DO NOT want to go. I probably wouldn't want to be killed at work either, that would just be too creepy (I'm a minister--definitely would not like to end up like the victim in "Double Cross" ) How would they find me? Probably dead from exhaustion.
-Probably killed by one of my chemistry teacher's frequent attempts to blow up the lab -Crushed by a grand piano cause someone didn't appreciate my 'musical' talents -Killed by an anerysm due to the stress I'm put under at school -Poisoned by my Dad putting arsenic or something similar in my coffee stash -Or, most likely, run down by a car during morning rush hour