The Missus is weird.

Just the other day, she asked me, "If you could know how and when you were going to die, would you want to know?"

I thought about a moment and answered, "No."

There was a pause, and then she said, "Okay, forget it then."

Sounds like she wanted to talk about her answer on that... :?:

Might be time for a talk John.

Especially to ensure she'* not bumping you off soon. (Since you didn't want to know)

I'd tell her that you want to go fast with no pain

Tell her you want to go in your sleep, not screaming like the other passengers riding with you.