Depends on what causes my demise. Will there be a comet impacting the Earth? Right on my city? No chance of escape? Or will it be a mundane and banal heart attack? Or will I be shot by a raving madman? If that is the case:
I'd say... I would spend 30 minutes on reading about death as I munched on all the shrooms I have in my home. How to do it properly. Remind myself of the ancient Egyptian beliefs of the journey after death, where your heart is weighed against a feather.
I'd try to mediate on the afterlife options but I could never meditate so that is a wasted 15 minutes.
I'd write my last farewell. One paragraph will contain a general 'fuck all you bitches!!!!!' Another paragraph I lament my dreary life and the failure that I am. In the last paragraph I order my thoughts and intent, to remain conscience as I die, which is a Canadianism thing. This will take 15 minutes.
Leaves me 30 minutes to come to terms with myself. Prepare my mind for possible reincarnation, by then the shrooms will have started to kick in quite good.
I'd go to bed, close my eyes, enjoy the trip.
When 21 December 2012 came, I did that. It was the end of the world and right at that hour I tripped. The world ended for me. That is what psychedelics do. They end the world.
So I'll be trying to let go of all guilt, all fear and loathing in the last 30 minutes. Become as enlightened as I can be, rehash my own TOE.
And then...

'Is that you, god?'
YES.
'I am fucked?'
MMMM.
'Then I don't believe in you! I unmake you...'
WTF! HOW DARE...
Well, what did you expect, I cannot be asked to submit to your judgment. And fuck your feather too.
Let's see, I'll imagine me a beach...palm trees... hot women.
Yeah, that's more like it.
( 6 million years later)
I'm bored. I'll reincarnate. I'll pick 2077. There is a baby, I'll dive in it...Jump!
Cry, whine, nag, the horror of being born.
Or maybe...
'Am I dead? Hey, my consciousness...it fades...wtf?!? Noooo. I ...my name is.... I.. I am....the light, what is the light. Oblivion, nooo!
And my energy goes back to the eternal pool of life. To be recycled into a new person.
That would piss me off.