After my aexh told our daughter that he "probably won't live a long life" I started to visualize what life would be with him dead. (Telling your only child you expect to drink yourself to an early death? Is this normal or loving? Still, no wake up call there, folks. What a surprise.)
However, my more standard inappropriate thoughts (maybe) involve placing one of his wine bottles in a dark and enclosed space in the lower half of his person. I'd be ashamed to admit how often I imagine that.