It is now the year 2852. Technology has exploded beyond our wildest dreams. While speaking to you on the telephone, from a call box, I witness a shooting of a local Mafia identity (fortunately not one of the Aussie Mafia that frequent this site. Particularly the one from South Australia, not Kelly, she's the hustler for the organisation. Leave her alone, she's an excellent kneecap surgeon) Where was I? ..... Oh yeah. One of the shot hits the phone line I'm using to call you, the bullet travels at the speed of light to your phone, where upon the bullet emerges from your phone, implanting it in your head, via your ear, killing you outright, immediately.
There was a strange twist to this event, in so far as the coroner was not able to determine the actual cause of death. In your reaction to being hit by the bullet, your handset (yeah, still using old technology I see. Pays to get with the times. Doesn't it?) wraps round your neck, and as you fall, it winds on more cord, finally pulling tight enough to cause suffocation. Until the coroner has adequate evidence to prove cause of death and the release of the death certificate; you remain on the slab.
Death by a tickle