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Much like the Saw series, 1000 Ways to Die prides itself in offing its characters as viscerally as possible. Whether it's the guy who got trash-compacted to death, or the tattooed, psychotic, adrenaline junkie attatching jumper cables to his ears and cranking the power up to eleven, you can be sure it will be gnarly.
What could possibly go wrong?
Oftentimes, the deaths are caused by the people themselves, like two stoners who wandered into the brush to find stuff to get high off of and smoked poison sumac. Many of these people are Darwin Award winners, considered the World Series of dumbasses. However, many of these are through complete chance. The worst offendor was the story of the woman whose tent (with her in it) blew away in a Mary-Poppins-like manner and flew a mile while the laws of physics were looking the other way before slamming into some dude's house. Many of these situations have some people calling shenanigans so loud their heads explode (which probably will be covered on some future episode).
Pictured: Realistic depiction of the manly art of fart-burning.
Always following these extraordinary deaths is commentary by an "expert" on whatever flavor of death they're covering. This leads to some questions over exactly how you become an expert on exploding implants or BDSM, but you can be sure there is a lucrative job market for people to comment on exactly HOW a sherry enema can kill you.
Needless to say, this was not mentioned in his eulogy.
Also, despite the name-changing out of devotion to honoring the dead, every death is followed up with a pun, such as "Titty Titty Bang Bang" or "Kill-basa" (more to come on both of those later). It's okay, the victim's loved ones won't mind hearing that smug narrator mock their son who died through accidental exposure to pepper spray in his colon (no shit), so long as his image isn't shown.