I’m walking through an airport, minding my own business, maybe humming a tune or arguing with my GPS about which terminal to take.
Suddenly, I spot a giant display of inflatable bananas because, apparently that’s what airports do now and decide “Hey, that looks hilarious” I reach out to poke one, but just as I do a rogue luggage cart, somehow possessed by the spirit of chaos, zooms past me.
The inflatable banana I poked hits a switch that releases a hidden trapdoor, which was part of some weird airport prank display.
The trapdoor swings open, and I tumble headfirst into a giant vat of whipped cream that was left out for a promotional event. I’m flailing around, trying to escape, when a seagull... yes, a seagull, swoops in and snatches my hat, thinking it’s a snack.
Startled, I slip on the whipped cream, do a dramatic tumble and land right onto a conveniently placed, extremely sharp airport souvenir sword.
So there I am, dead as a doornail with a goofy grin on my face, having been taken out by a combination of inflatable bananas, rogue luggage carts and a seagull with terrible taste.
Bizarrely comedic is how i would die
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