To die, kick the bucket, to meet your Maker, dead as a doornail,
get whacked, smoked, bite the dust, sleep with the fishes, go six
feet under—whatever death is called, it's going to happen. In
1789 Ben Franklin wrote, "In this world nothing is certain but
death and taxes." Death remains a certainty. But how do we die?
It's the enormous variety of how that enlivens final exits.
According to death certificates, in 1700 there were less... more...