Maiden death:
I'd prefer the dead albatros on my neck, and then a long fight with a wrathchild and the rest of the children of the damned. Instead of ending their childhoods, they kick me to the beast, the prowler and the drifter who beat me straight to hell (heaven will have to wait).
There I'll find a temperature and a light, brighter than a thousand suns.
I'll be in the company of the Ancient Mariner telling his story to me, eternally, on and on, and on....
The Rime is his fate but also mine, forever.
*sigh* Only because I refused to look into the eyes of a stranger!
Well, since this is no option, I'll choose for Iron Maiden. I'll be tortured to death from hearing their album Powerslave, exploding out of the loudest sound equipment available.