But I promise it would be the uttermostly pleasant death.
You know: Candles, pleasant aromas, delightful food, ambient musical themes, dancing to the music in our imagination, artful decoration and an appreciative audience.
Kalos Thanatos they call it.
Then again, leaving you breathless might drive me to resuscitate your tender body with more hugs and kisses.
Then we can continue with our blasphemy against the gods of death forever.