I dont know how I would go, but many years ago I worked in a aircraft factory. I used to go bowling with the guys one night a week. The elders never knew since it was 1 to 3 am on a Thursday night. But on with the story.....one guy was a fantastic bowler. His average was only what someone would dream to attain. One night we bowled against his team. It was his turn to bowl. He got up.....rolled the ball....crack...it was a strike. He turned around....took one step...fell flat on his face...died of a massive heart attack. I guess that would be the ideal way for a bowler to die. If it were me...I would have tripped on the way to the red line...the ball would have fallen in the gutter...everyone would laugh thinking I did it on purpose...then after a few minutes the would realize something was wrong.