It plants me to perish on September 8, 2053, at age 72. Which is foolish; I plan to live to at least 200 to witness my eternal dynasty sweep the Earth. (Coincidentally, today's my 22nd - a clear half century to put my affairs in order, should these peons somehow have a spark of truth in their tiny brains. Yay.)
Probability breakdown:
Heart attack 33%
Cancer 33%
Alien Abduction 9%
Horrible Accident 6%
Loneliness 6%
Homicide 5%
There's no option for ascending to a transhuman state of consciousness, though. I wonder... will I be able to afford an AI duplicate by then? Better start saving.
The future will be a wonderful place to die...