In light of the news that OJ is publishing a book about how he would have done it if he had really, you know, done it (wink-wink, nudge-nudge), a few scenarios on how the slimebag might himself be offed:
* Dragged behind a white Bronco on the 405 through LA.
* Pummelled to a pulp by Ron Goldman's father wielding one of OJ's golf clubs.
* Staked to the fifty-yard line at this Saturday's USC football game while the entire Trojans team stomps the life out of him in front of paying customers.
As for publisher/pimp Judith Regan and anyone who buys OJ's book — they deserve only slightly less punishment...