Impaled by an elephant tusk during his first safari.
Now I feel compelled to nice it up...
After a long and prosperous life you die at the ripe old age of 120 surrounded by close friends and family who usher you in to the great unknown. Your white mane and beard lie serenely on a pillow against an antique headboard in the bed where you conceived your numerous sons and daughters. You hear the crackle of the fireplace in the corner as your final thoughts glide through your mind. Everyone holds your hands and touches your body through your sheets as you breathe your last breath in this life and this world. The last thing you feel is a solemn gratitude and the joy of living. You are ready to meet your maker.
"Create like a god, command like a king, work like a slave."