Most of us only get to die once, wouldn't it be great to be eaten alive? I want to be.

Imagine the rending teeth of wolves , the smell of the lions breath as its mouth envelopes your face in compassionate suffocation, the crescendo of panic as one burning pirana bite turns into a water boiling feeding frenzy...

My personal favorite would be being eaten by a giant spider; its pinching arms plucking me from my fruitless struggle in its web, drawing me to its fangs. Then as I shudder in the throes of the burning venom I would be distantly aware of being broken and contorted so the spider might better feed upon my soft organs.

Of course this is all a fantasy. Giant spiders don't exist, I know that! Still they are making huge advances in understanding genetics and I have hope.

Perhaps some of you have also entertained fantasies about being eaten alive. Maybe you would like to be pecked and flung about by giant chickens as they fight over your ragged body. Perhaps you have even pictured your last fevered moments in an exotic land where you have contracted a rare and rapidly advancing strain of syphilis. In this scenario you lie in hazy dementia, listening to the children playing out in the street as your pustuled flesh slips from your shivering frame.

Obviously I am only one person and can only conceive of a few bland possibilities using the dull tools in my excuse for an imagination. Surely there is a whole world of delightful ways of being eaten alive and I invite you all to share the scenario of your demise by whatever organism you wish in whatever amount of colorful detail you can muster.