Being slowly lowered, feat-first, into hydrochloric acid. Something about a substance that looks about every bit as harmless and benign as water, but can eat through your flesh really...gets to me, somehow. That, or being strapped down to a chair, eyelids cut off, and forced to watch as a television screen flickers on, and you begin to hear the lyrics to this song...
Thank you for being a friend
Traveled the road and back again
Your heart is true, you're a pal and a confidantNot the
Golden Girls! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I've always wondered who that person is......
That bastard has my dream job.
Physical pain during death is nothing compared to never being remembered for who you were.
You better start getting prepared for disappointment, then.