Interesting. I guess you could position yourself on the seat, pants around ankles, and then have someone back the SUV up so your suspended off the cliff. Just don't stop reading your magazine and reflexively hop off. And if your helper, the one who helped you into position, was to forget about you, or develop a rye sense of humor, you could spend a lot of time in midair, over a cliff and sitting on a little white seat with your rump hanging out.

As attractive as the prospect of this end may be is it has failed to make my list of top 10 ways to die.