For the most part my fantasies are self destructive instead of being directed at others. (Sorry Mr. FBI man you'll have to find a different sicko to be your murder case)
The happiest thing that could possibly happen to me is to cuddle up with someone really special after having the wildest ride ever with them before they lovingly snap my neck so I never get tired of them and leave like with everyone else. I want them to love my ragdoll just as tenderly as they loved me while I was alive and preserve my body because they think I'm too cute to bury in the dirt and forget about.
That'll never happen though because anyone who "loves" you wouldn't be able to say goodbye like that. If they genuinely cared that much about you they wouldn't be able to live with it.