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Landslide. In other words: rocks fall, everyone dies.

You're working on a project for school when you hear the doorbell ring. Ignoring all the advice you've ever been given in your life, you take off running with a pair of scissors still in your hand. Suddenly, you step on your own shoelaces and trip. The scissors embed themselves firmly in your right eye socket, piercing your brain. Game Over.

While dwindling away your hours working on personalized buttons to be sold later for profit you finally strike gold and make your way to the top of the market, producing your own factories across the midwest. One day while visiting one of the factories to make sure everything is to your liking, an angered ex-employee who has infultrated the complex pushes you over the ledging you are standing near, causing you and three of your subordinates to fall with you. The other three safely land in bins containing the flat edge of the pin where as you land in the bin containing the actual pin. Too bad for you that you never realized that you were a haemophiliac until today. And here you were thinking this might be a new-new-age acupuncture strategy.

After completing your time machine, you set out for the Cretacious Era. Unfortunately, your dreams of owning a pet Tyrannosaurus Rex were cut short when you were eaten by one while attempting to steal some eggs from its nest.

You decide to go for a ride on a bicycle despite the chill air. What you don't realize is that a freak weather system is moving through, creating "super-storms" with hurricane-like eyes that create near-vacuums with temperatures approaching 0 degrees Kelvin.

One of these storms passes overhead while you ride your bicycle and your body freezes solid much like the T-1000 in Terminator 2. Except when you fall and shatter, your body parts don't melt and merge. You're dead.

Agreeing to play a game of "Find the needle in the haystack" with your friend, you dive into the haystack. The ninja who was disguised as your friend then tosses a lit match on aforementioned gasoline soaked haystack. Your cause of death is listed in the obituaries as a "freak haystack accident."

You're hit by a runaway Waste Management truck.
Your obituary: "Shit happens."

The thousand armies of the Persian Empire descend upon you.

It was just one of those days....

Someone near you broke the time-space-continuum.

Staked by the not-very-bright Vampire Slayer, in broad daylight.

The moon tried to give you a hug. That didn't turn out too well.

You were abducted by aliens and on the trip back home, after being probed for a few hours, you were dropped into the ocean. The aliens figured since the human body is mostly made of water that you would have no problems bending your body against the current. Unfortunately, you couldn't swim.

You were involved in a serious car accident, during which you were thrown from your vehicle and bashed your head on a rock. Forensics would later determine that the impact with the rock knocked you unconscious while in a position that made breathing impossible, causing you to suffocate. In actuality, however, the impact gave you an extreme case of retrograde amnesia, which actually caused you to forget how to breathe. Or, just as importantly, how to get into a position in which breathing was possible.

You went to Long John Silver's and found out the hard way that you're allergic to batter-dipped goodness. As your airways were swollen closed, someone attempted to open a stoma. However, in their sheer ineptitude, they accidentally lanced your jugular. Hence you died while unable to breathe with a fountain of blood ejecting from your neck.