Heroic yet stupid attempt to take pictures of the Loch Ness monster, thereby falling into the bracken waters and drowning in a pretty sad kind of way because you were a huge conspiracy theorist with a podcast and were about to publish a book with the photos from Loch Ness (alas).
Jerking off violently while walking across an old battlefield with vintage landmines, unbeknownst to you. You enjoy the scenery, the pretty flowers, and just as you are about to spend your load, your multitasking comes (pun intended) at a price. You step on a landmine and are transported into the grim reaper's arms.