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Ok well I would hang myself. Now it gets more interesting. I would use a cheese wire as the noose. But before I jump of the chair I would super glue my hands to my head. When I jump off the chair I will have decapitated myself. So when someone finds my body it will look like I ripped my own head off.

I cannot even begin to contemplate this

I'd stuff my pockets with Virginia Woolf poems and walk into a river.

OR

I'd stuff my head into a gas oven filled with Sylvia Plath poems.

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There will never come a time where I am finished, where all goals have been reached.

If I reach a point in my life where I have no goals and nothing left then I will already be dead. My heart and lungs stopping will just be a redundant act.

I also can't contemplate ever feeling that I'm done with life, but for the sake of discussion...

Most extreme way to attract the most media possible?

Blow myself up at a gas station... Near the white house.

Just a badass way to go?

Jump out of a plane during a bad lightning storm, and hope for the coolest possible result.

this pretty much sums up me right now

i don't plan on making that long. if i make 65 i'm going out on an overdose



for spectacular...i would go skydiving and try to impale myself on some tall spire in las vegas.

Someone on here once said that they would hire a team of ninjas to jump him, and he would fight them to the death...

I wish I could find the thread, but I don't remember when it was, or even in what context.

Crash a jumbo jet into a large office building in a famous city.

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Oh wait, somebody did that in a book.

Richard Bachman.

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Oh wait, somebody did that in real life.

9/11'd!

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<evilada>: Best suicide plan ever
<mcm310>: what is it?
<evilada>: you go up to the top of a roof
<evilada>: string piano wire tight across the front edge at neck level
<evilada>: tie a cord to your foot and the other end to the building so that you'll be above sidewalk level when its fully stretched
<evilada>: then you put super glue on your hands
<evilada>: and put your arms around the front of the wire and then back to touch your head
<evilada>: then you lean forward, so the piano wire cuts your neck but not your elbows
<evilada>: when the cord goes taut, youll be hanging upside down with no head....except your head will be in your outstretched arms thanks to gravity and the glue, staring at someone upside down and spewing blood everywhere.
<evilada>: And some poor bastard will be traumatized for LIFE.
<mcm310>: i dont think i can be your friend anymore

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Wing suit, no parachute.

Wait until school starts and go to the local preschool with a can of gasoline and a box of matches. Then I would sit in the middle of the playground, pour the gas over my head and light myself on fire. Also as a worst case precaution (I'm horribly burned but not dead) I filled my pockets with as much ammo as I could. Not only am I publicly setting myself on fire, but I'm also endangering the lives of small children. That would certainly get some media attention.

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Will, unless Hollywood's been lying to me for decades, the only way that could even get close to killing you is if you're the bad guy, and even then you'd mostly likely survive it and end up by getting offed by holding a lit stick of dynamite or being caught in a press.

Hollywood has revealed over the years that car accident fatalities are a creation of nylon industry and the "seat belt mania" they created.

how the shit...

^^ No,

I'M THE SHITT!!

Stab myself on stage at Stratford or Shakespeare In The Park playing Bottom in Midsummer Night's Dream. See how long it takes for people to realize I'm being serious when I say "I die, I die, I die... die... i... die die..."

Ditto. That'd be the time in my life when I first take an absurdly amount of heroin.

well, im scared of blood so i can't even THINK about killing myself. haha

Ok I got a good one. I will put a bomb in my pocket and give Nancy Grace a big huge and take her down with me. Haha

That's a good Idea!

I would attach two dozen raw steaks to a bathrobe and wander into bear-invested hills. I'd be armed only with a baseball bat.

:lol:

Isn't that how you spend most Saturday's anyway? I figured you for the rough-and-hardy type, not the death-wish variety.

Go figure.

ok i will go scuba diving then bring some bloody meats onto my pockets then wait for the sharks to chew me to pieces... =(

I'd write something akin to The Satanic Verses but with cartoons of whatever religious figure has the overwhelming amount of fanatical followers at the time and make myself very public.

In case it comes up, the effectiveness of this technique will vary greatly depending on the type of bear you encounter. Being in the Northeast - Black bears are particularly skittish and usually run away from shouting and certainly would flee the blows of a bat.

I guess at that age, maybe viagra and redhead twin girls, and try to see if that will kill me, it might take some practice.

I would walk walk into they Pakistan's Tribal Warlord Region. Slap the first Chief I see and say give me Osama if I lived that long:thumbsup:

Wait - aren't you Ms. I-love-pain?
I'd think you'd have the most creative answer in the whole thread!

I like Pain too wooDs, but I can't fathom having nothing EVAR left to do or not to feel pain ever again.

As far as methods of feeling pain, contact us via PM! :D :thumbsup:

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.

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.

I would run a marathon, then keep running into the hills with no provisions.

Thanks for the offer but I'm good.

Call me crazy but things that feel nice are what pleasures me lol.

Funny thing, I don't really have goals. Sure, things like "get a better job", "buy a nice house in a rural area", but those things just kinda happened, we just said it and then did it. I do manage to jump from interest to interest, so I tend to never really get bored. That being said, I don't feel that I'd simply just give up because I was bored or felt like there was nothing left in life for me.

However, if I should decide differently, I'd prefer to go out doing something wonderful, perhaps heroic. Maybe saving someone's life or stopping a heinous crime. Barring that, I'd probably just drive my car off the side of a mountain so that my family would think it a horrible accident instead of them forever thinking that they didn't offer enough to me to prevent my suicide.