Golgo thirteen's got the right idea - now there's a man who I'd be happy to be killed by.
I could turn up in whatever circle of hell is most suitable for me, turn to the nearest man there and say, "Oh, so how did you die? Got pushed under a train by your angry wife because all you ever did was mope around the house drinking? Ooh, though break there man, a bloke with shoulders as wide as I am tall shot me from a fucking mile away then flew off like nothing had even happened. It was AWESOME."