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Originally Posted by cker
I can't claim the idea, but a friend suggested forcing down all of the grape juice concentrate one could possibly contain, then jumping off the tallest building at hand. If you burst when you hit... that stuff stains FOREVER.
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Anyone else just have a "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory" flashback?
Like other have said, I can't imagine getting to this point--personally, I've always wanted to die at a ripe old age, while making love to my husband....and he'll be so upset he'll have to drop out of college. :-) But for the sake of fun and lively banter, I'll take a stab at it...no pun intended. I'd like to avoid pain, if at all possible. And while it might be fun to go out via a Budd Dwyer-like gunshot at a press conference, I think I'd lose my nerve. (this is one of the many people I've become fascinated with thanks to random adventures of Wikipedia--State Treasurer of Pennsylvania in the late 80's, put a bullet through his mouth at a televised press conference) I think find myself a tasteless poison, mix it into something yummy, like a glass of bourbon or a bowl of ice cream, get myself in my favorite nightie, lay down on my nicest sheets, and eat/drink up.