According to The Death Psychic, this is how I shall die:
While attending a horse show, you bend over to tie your shoe. Halfway though the brief process, you receive a deadly kick from a startled Clydesdale.
I actually do have a healthy fear of horses what with those huge hard feet and scary teeth. No good can come of them. Actually, very little good could possibly come from bending over in front of a Clydesdale.
I'm pretty sure Budweiser will have something to do with my premature demise by Clydesdale ass kicking.