Copy & Paste from a similar topic awhile back:
I like to think I'll get a properly tragic film-noir end; craddled in the lap of a beautiful woman as she stiffles back tears, holding my head close as I slowly gasp my final few breaths. Our tragedy lit by a single street-lamp shinning downward, its beam of light visible as a lonely cone of brilliance in the dark rainy outpouring. I whisper something suitably dramatic in her ear, and as my hand convulses in a final death throe she tosses back her head and screams in utter despair at my demise. The light fades from the screen slowly as the camera pans back, and then to the sweet sound of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, the credits begin to role.
I'm a wee bit of an old movie fan, what can I say?