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Some documentry said drowning was the most peaceful way to die . Id still hate it though!  |
That's bullhonkey! Think about it, you're underwater holding your breath for as long as you can. When you're getting to the maximum amount of time you can hold your breath, you try and hold it for slightly longer to prolong your life for just that little bit longer. Up to a minute later you instinctively try to breathe in. Water rushes into your lungs. Your body detects that it shouldn't be there. You try to cough and get all the water out of your lungs but it doesn't work. The more you cough and get some water out, you have to breath back in again.
At this time you would be panicking, trying to get out but with little or no energy to move. Your last moments wouldn't be filled with peaceful thoughts but filled with fruitless attempts to get the litres of water out of your lungs. Coughing and spluttering. Until, finally, your body can't take any more without oxygen and you pass out.
After all that... my greatest fear is probably heights. It's not really a fear as such, just that if I'm ever up high (even on a small wall) and on the edge of something, I feel like I'm going to fall.