Upon considering the methods by which I would like to die (what, I'm the only one who thinks about that?), food seems to be an integral aspect.  Alcohol, fast cars, dangerous activities -- these things I could go with or without.  But food -- I like food.  I really like food.  I really like the act of eating, almost to the point of being an addiction.  Thankfully my stomach can't handle more than a certain volume, otherwise it switches directions.  But food, and specifically sugar, seems like a good way to die.  I respect death-by-chocolate cakes, but I'm not really much of a fan.  Call it death-by-Klondike-Bar and I might sign up.  Add Cool Whip and brown sugar/cinnamon and we'd have a deal.