How do you want to die?

I guess in my sleep, peacefully, dreaming of George Clooney. I know that I don’t want to get strangled or drowned; this is why I always keep a certain distance to my husband and lock the bathroom door when I take a bath.

I also know that I wouldn’t like to die like Eero Antikainen, the former Finnish union boss. He got trapped in his sofa bed in a hotel room in Stockholm; the sofa bed locked in with Eero inside and as a result he suffocated to death.


(A murder weapon? I must buy one for the next time my mother-in-law stays overnight.)