Morbid thought of the day:
If I could choose the way I died, I would die really old, in a large library. It would be a place filled with light, with all my favourite music and all my favourite books. I would spend days and days and days reading all the books I love, then talk about them with all my friends while listening to the music I love. And then, at the end of it all, I would fall asleep at the reading table, and never wake up.

No big windows? Sunlight might be good...
Unfortunately, the way life goes, one could end up unable to read because of deteriorating mental functions etc.