I have many death fantasies, the strongest one is being eaten. Preferably by a sentient creature, like a were-creature, or anthro-creature. The movie Avatar added to the possibilities in that fantasy. A human would prepare me for being eaten, shave me all over, give me a medical preparation (colyte) that empties the intestines and the colon prior to medical procedures or examinations (They want to eat my guts, not what's inside) they would do on me deep tissue belly massage to accelerate the effect of the medical preparation and they would notice how much I abandon myself and let them play with my internal organs, through the skin, without resistance. Once empty and ready, they carry me in a room where I am left alone with a large tiger that seems to be sleeping. The person goes lie in the machine that projects his consciousness into the tiger, that then wakes up. The tiger is in fact the same person that prepared me. He continues playing with me enjoying my absolute submission, licking me all over playing with my genitals, and my guts by squeezing and pulling on them through the skin of my belly by grabbing them with his jaws without biting hard enough to puncture the skin with his fangs. Slowly preparing me for what's coming. That playing would last for hours during which I would cum at least 3-5 times. Only at the end of the day as he start to really feel hungry, he would proceed to serious business...
My other death fantasies are not as far-fetched though. Crucifixion is one of them. Suspended by the wrists, stark naked on a san andrews cross. Being flattened like in one of the terminator movies, slowly, in a large hydraulic press. Or having a giant constrictor snake like an anaconda, setting its coils around me and slowly suffocating me. And for a few years already, since I started to watch people getting beheaded on the internet, having my throat cut has become yet another of my fantasies as well. I am naked (of course), my arms are tied in my back, my legs are strongly tied too from toes to above my knees. He slices my windpipe and large blood vessels that supplies the brain, holds my head, and let me dies before finishing the job. But there's nobody shouting allah hu akbar. Its just him and me, we're in a forest with birds singing and the sun shining through the foliage of the trees.