I'd change my guitar strings. They sound so much better that way.

In actuality, though, I would probably make quick calls to several people in my life and then join the music party in the other room. I'm assuming that the agent of my expected demise would be some kind of cataclysmic event- like Bill D's comet - so I would take what measures I could reasonably do and then get busy. I would lmost definitely not want to meet my end at an airport screaming for a seat on a plane.

If I were being executed... hmmmmm. I'd have to think about that.