[An awkward question, sure, but Liquid doesn't seem too secretive about giving an answer. He taps his chest.]

Heart attack. FOXDIE. Everything just sort of... stopped. When I realized what was happening, I couldn't even get out a full bloody word. It was... cold. That's the last thing I really remember about it, being cold. I didn't mind the cold when I wasn't dying, but... I don't know, I guess it got intense.

[That's what happens when you die in the snow, apparently.]

Not my finest hour. I'd like to avoid that happening again.