Indeed.
Off the top of my head, and with the mellow mood I am currently in, no I couldn't kill someone.
But I'm sure that if someone seriously provoked me to such an extreme as to want to do such a thing, that I would prepare myself for a fight, or plot out a fool-proof murder.

Now that you mention that assisted suicide, it reminds me of my dad's death.
The cause was not suicide, it was cancer-causing strokes. A fight gone very wrong very suddenly. It wasn't something we saw coming.

He was on his deathbed, and it was only up to me (yes, me) to choose when that death would occur.

While I don't feel responsible for his death, I played a significant part as to when his life ended. It isn't murder, but it still makes me feel a strong guilt-like burden, as well as an inseparable bond to his life. After making that decision, I ran to the trees behind the hospital and screamed and cried for awhile. I'll never forget it. I was only 19.

(I wonder if that made any sense at all, heh)

Toilet seat. Substance dries, person sits down, tiny bit of skin moisture rehydrates it. Once they're dead and on the ground, blood is pulled down by gravity and causes those huge nasty bruise-looking things, obscuring the toilet ring.

You're right, that's way better, especially when you consider the surface area comparisons. Although you're not going to get anyone that 'hovers'.

On a related note: I may never sit on a public toilet again.

I could never kill just some random person. I could never take another life. I don't even believe in taking my own life. I don't want any blood on my hands.

But If one of my daughters were in danger I would do anything to save them. Or if they were killed by some crazy rapist nothing would be able to hold me back from blowing his fucking head off. I watched "A time to Kill" when I was younger and it never meant what is does to me now that I have kids. I would not be able to contain myself.

im with you on this one, i would never be able to kill anyone.