Thanks to Candace over at 5corners I have looked into the future and learned the manner in which my feeble life will be extinguished.
You will be sucked dry by a leech. I'd stay away from swimming holes and toilet bowls, and stick to good old cement and chamber pots.
Toilets, eh? Looks like I've already defeated my nemesis! Actually, I'm pretty relieved; there are worse ways to go. Like I could've been doomed to death by 100 leeches or something. That would totally suck.
Edward Gorey was a brilliant and psychic man, and he can reveal the horrible fate that awaits you as well... if you dare!
I seem to recall being told I'm going to be smothered under a rug. I've been treading very lightly into my bathroom ever since...