I think I'd like to die laughing as well, or at the very least in the middle of something from my bucket list. (And yes, I have a bucket list.)
Humor is what keeps me going, and always has. I like to laugh, and I think it's left me with much nicer wrinkles than frowning ever would. As far as dying in the bosom of my family, I plan on outliving most of them anyway. In all seriousness, I have no particular desire to die anytime soon. I have way too much left to do. But when I go, I want it to be either in the midst of my friends who make me laugh, or in some spectacularly insane way, like hang gliding off Ayers Rock, or seeing exactly how fast a Lamborghini can go.
Until then, I plan on espousing my usual philosophy of living life with a wanton disregard for personal safety. It's worked so far!