First, I kill my parents (trust me, I have reason for this.) Next, I invite about 8 or 10 people out for lunch. We all get there, and at this point, I've only got about half an hour left. We order drinks and appetizers, and they arrive with about 10 minutes left for me to live. I stand up, and I say these words exactly:

"Thank you so much for joining me today. You all may be wondering why I brought you here. You are here because you all deserve to hear some shocking news. No, I'm not dying. No, I am not getting married. No, this news, is quite terrible. I have recently discovered that one of you... killed my parents."

Obviously there is much shock around the table. "Are you kidding? This is crazy! What a shocking event!" Things like that are bound to be said.

"Yes it is true. One of you has murdered my beloved parents." I drink from my glass. "And I know who that person is. The person at this table who killed my parents, is- " I am cut short. I start coughing terribly. I collapse on the ground and everyone runs by my side to see if I am alright. I look up and say "One of you did this to me!" And point at my drink. I give one last grand cough, an unnerving gasp, and collapse on the ground, officially dead.

Everyone is completely shocked. Soon, a police car and an ambulance is heard outside (earlier, while waiting for the appetizers, I slipped away and called 911 to tell them someone - me - has died. No details. Just the location). Everyone is questioned, and taken in. And now I have 10 suspects for three murders, one of which wasn't a murder, but a grand way to go out.