Alas, it was a most silly death. I was looking for the moon one late fall night. It had seem to hidden itself from everyone. It was then on my quest for the moon that I finally saw a few of it's silver rays over a hill when a cow fell out of the sky and onto my being and I was squashed. Curious though that just before I died, I heard fiddle music and I saw a dish running away with a spoon.
