The Worst Way to Die

A little morbid, yes, maybe even a tad gruesome but admit it-it comes up in conversation occassionally with friends or family. People start ruminating over what they think the worst way to die would be. Some say drowning, others fear getting eaten by a shark. Still others are afraid of being buried alive or dehydrating in the desert or even things far more wild and creative. Well, folks, rest assured whatever your worst nightmare is, I have stumbled upon something even worse.
Sometimes outhouses here are built with wood. Now this is all good and fine but there a couple of problems with this. The first is that the wood here is soft and prone to water damage and rot. The second is termites. Combine these factors with the potential for shoddy craftsmanship, poor measurements and unstable ground and you have a possible deathtrap. The reality is that every so often, the ground shifts, the wood gets a little too wet, the termites a little too full and some poor fool happens to need to use the loo at that moment. They dig the pits nice and deep here so as to not have to relocate all that often. That poor bastard goes in expecting to come out relieved and the ground gives way and he drowns in the pit below, no one to hear him scream, no way to climb out, suffocated by the gas and uh.....
well you get the picture.