Right now I'd wear a few sets of black overalls, sophisticatedly designed black tights, high heels, all th accessories that I own &a black trench coat all th way up to my neck then walk over to a bare ground, take a shovel, start digging, &drop dead inside. That way, I'll die in style no? If you cant live in majesty, we should die in one, I reckon. Plan B is to stalk Oprah in hopes of having luck by my side in my last few hours, an assassin should stalk her down too, but I'll save her just in time before th bullet pierces through her chest. I'll be like, "Oh no, Oprah, watch out!" I'll jump immediately with my face facing hers to be convinced tt sh'll have a photographic memory of my facial expression. Before th ambulance arrives &before I took my last breath, sh touched my hand &stroked my forehead then I'd say, "Live for me, please." &Then th police found my bag &sh'll sob &say, "I'll keep those" &then sh rummages through it &found my diary. Sh'll lock herself in from th world's faces but when sh retrieved all her nerves back &stop hiding from her enclosure after th traumatic incident, sh'll say this to th whole world, "Sh was a beautiful woman I never knew, but I wanted to. I found her diary &I read it. It's so insightful, so magical. I can't believe a girl who has potential more than life has no opportunity of such. Sh should still be living, therefore I'm publishing her book."