By drinking too much slick 50, her slick 50 starts to run like a V8 engine, which then eventually combusts and gets throat ripped out by mechanic-otter.

Right after I run you over with Triss's bike.

Burned at the stake like all her previous lives..

All good witches go out that way! ;)

By smoking terrible dope you bought in the hood.

Made an inflammatory remark about midgets to your tall friend who turns out to be three midgets standing on top of each other. Then you die of laughter.

Brain liquification from an amplified bass sax drone

Old age.

Death by fish and chips

I'm gonna hold you to that one

Died in a cab with a cutie.