The more I think of it, the more I realize I would hate to be Sigourney Weaver. Look at her Alien film legacy, not to mention Ghostbusters. Its seems to me someone so consistently tormented by those things otherworldy would wish to die a quick, painless death. If I were Sigourney Weaver, I would probably lay in a warm bath for about an hour to thin my blood, then slash the major arteries in my arms and thighs and drift into eternal sleep with the hopes of never again being faced with the certain brand of troubles that so frequently introduce thier ugly faces to her.