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Death didn't bother me much. I had always been a strong Christian, with a deep faith that comforted me in the face of mortality. The idea of leaving this world behind didn't fill me with fear, but rather a sense of peace and acceptance.

Method of death did. However, the thought of how I would meet my end was a different story. The idea of being eaten alive was something that sent shivers down my spine and made my heart race with fear.

Being eaten alive. The mere thought of it was enough to make my skin crawl. The image of being torn apart by some savage beast, feeling the excruciating pain of flesh being ripped from bone, was a nightmare that haunted my thoughts.

One of my top three ways not to go out. In my mind, there were few fates worse than being devoured alive. It was a gruesome and brutal way to meet one's end, a fate that I prayed would never befall me.

As a strong Christian, I believed in the sanctity of life and the importance of a peaceful passing. Being eaten alive went against everything I held dear, a violent and cruel end that seemed to defy all notions of dignity and grace.

It was a fate that I could not bear to imagine, a fate that filled me with a deep sense of dread and horror. The thought of my body being torn apart and consumed by some ravenous predator was a fate that I could not accept.

And so, I vowed to do everything in my power to avoid such a gruesome end. I would take every precaution, avoid every danger, and do whatever it took to ensure that I did not meet my demise in such a horrific manner.

For me, being eaten alive was not just a physical death, but a spiritual one as well. It was a fate that seemed to go against everything I believed in, a fate that I could not reconcile with my faith.

And so, I faced death with a sense of calm and acceptance, knowing that my time would come when it was meant to. But the thought of being eaten alive remained a fear that lingered in the back of my mind, a fate that I prayed would never come to pass.

For me, it was one of my top three ways not to go out, a fate that I hoped and prayed would never befall me. And as I faced the unknown of the future, I held onto my faith and my hope, knowing that whatever came my way, I would face it with courage and strength.