When green is all there is to be, it could make you wonder why. But why wonder? I'm green, and it'll do fine: it's beautiful, and I think it's what I want to be.
I saw an episode of 1000 Ways to Die in which a plastic surgeon died when a patient farted. The laser cutter ignited the gas and unfortunately the surgeon happened to inhale at that exact moment and the ensuing fireball went right into his lungs. Very odd way to go out.