I imagine it will begin with a premature stabbing pain in my left side before a gripping anvil on my back, neck, shoulders and chest, a tingling in my left arm...a sensation of choking, slowly suffocating before losing consciousness, neural connections withering, blood flow slowing, the heart beating beat after slower beat. And then nothing; no God to save my goddamned soul, no afterlife to get a second chance, not even hell or purgatory to pay for my crimes. Just forgotten memories, dust, ashes and a rotting corpse which the creatures and birds come to feed on a cold February evening.
Perhaps this could happen in the next 3 days (a moment I have fearfully anticipated since I was 17, then believing it would happen when I reach 18).