I would want to go down in a monumental way. A lot of guys jump from buildings or various other high places and they might end up on the local news. This isn't good enough for me. Not only does my death have to be incredibly extravagant, it also needs to be so fucking confusing and fucked up that anyone who witnesses it or hears about or even fucking reads about it, will never forget.
This is my idea. I find myself a wife, a beautiful wife and another married couple that is equally concerned about having an extravagant death. So Me, my beautiful wife and our partners then proceed to adopt 10-15 midget babies each. We raise these midget babies on a remote island somewhere in the pacific. During the raising of the midget babies we teach them that our world is near the end and that they are the last of the Shwortstack Clan and We are their Gods. The 20 to 25 midget babies grow up and mate with each other in effort to repopulate the Shwortstack Clan and prove themselves to the gods (Me and my wife and partners). If we live to be 70-80 then that is 2-3 generations depending on how young we decide the midgets can start a family. In the last years of my life I would speak of the end times and the destruction of the entire Shwortstack Clan. On my death bed I would speak of the other worlds and the race we call Humanitines. I would then hand the eldest midget a laptop with google opened in the browser and unlimited wifi. I would also give him a satellite cell phone. The rest would be up to them.
In the event of a full sized person being born I would treat it much like a Jesus situation and praise the family who gave birth to him/her.
I would also have gopros everywhere and make a documentary and post it on youtube and mail it to a shit ton of people so there would be no way for the story not to get out.