If the mob casts your feet in cement overshoes and throws you off the side of a boat, you don't need to worry about death by drowning. You don't need to worry about starvation. You don't even need to worry about old age. No, what you have to worry about, my friend, is that the world will run out of milk of magnesia and you'll die of constipation. THAT should be your biggest concern. (I thought of this one as a response to someone who was talking/worrying about what the human race would do when the sun got too hot to support life on Earth and eventually encompassed the Earth.)