December 18, 2052 at the age of 69 years old.
On that date you (that means me) will most likely die from:
Cancer (31%)
Heart Attack (26%)
Electrolysis (14%)
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Ha ha ha! You'll have too spend five more years than I will, drooling your Jell-O all over your 63 year old Plague Rats, trying to figure out how to suffle without slicing the paper-thin skin off your fingers. Every day your grandson/sons (Thanks to nuclear radiation, you get two heads per body now.) about how once you actually had "basic lands" that you could tap for mana without paying life and discarding, and how the (now banned, of course) Counterspell let you stop your opponent from resolving a spell...
He/they'll call you a crazy old koot and tell the nursing home workers to "aid in your passing"... i.e. crack your hip and tie you to the bed till the Erg Raiders seek in, steal your body, and sell the organs on the black market before they rot.