[ WP ] Humanity has achieved immortality . Due to resource concerns everyone must submit to a council their chosen manner of death at 150 . The more amusing the death the longer the council lets you live .

I glanced around the assembly before me, in an effort to size them up. I was never a comedian, I was the quiet one who only nodded yes or no to most questions. Any given social interaction, you would be able to find me in an invisible shell, hiding away from everyone in plain sight. 
 Death had never bothered me, it was always a final peace that I looked forward to. No more having to wake up groggy in the morning, to have to slip on my mottled shoes and drive two hours to my place of work. It was only now that I knew that I had to agree to die, but in my method of choice. The'pick your poison' of my mortality. 
 Finally, the secretary spoke up. `` You will have 10 minutes.'' 10 minutes. How could I *possibly* be at peace with my own demise, chosen by myself? It seemed unimaginable. 
 The clock's hands reverberated around the voluminous room, seeming to reach out to my inner consciousness, prying at my mind's eye. Could I create some hilarious scenario good enough for them? I wanted to be able to see my children just that much longer, to see my sons marry. My wife, similarly motivated, had her appointment next month. 
 That was it. I had my answer. The silence after the final tick seemed louder than the ticks themselves. I shivered. 
 `` Do you have your answer?'' I nodded. According to US law, if you do n't have an answer, you end up getting fined. Imagine that, getting fined for not knowing how you want to die. How backwards it seemed, thinking back to 2047. 
 I prepared myself before I spoke. After clearing my throat, I opened my mouth. 
 `` If I die, my wife is going to fucking kill me.''
