If you had to kill yourself in an imaginative way, how would you do it?

I had a suicidal impulse a few months back to throw myself under the wheels of a semi truck. What? not clever enough?

I will sacrifice myself to the mighty El Chupacabra for the sake of Fluther so there will be no more moderation questions.

@jonsblond Oddly enough, this question was modded…

I have diabetes so with that in mind and being that I’m forced to kill myself, I’m going out satisfied by eating all the cake, ice cream, pie, chocolate, donuts, and all other sugar laden products that I’ve had to miss out on for the last several years. It won’t even hurt in the end. Just a diabetic coma and an escalator ride to the Pearly Gates.

@Bluefreedom Ya know, I did not expect an answer like that. Lurve for you.

I’ll jump off a cliff…anyone cares to join me?

@cyndihugs That’s not very imaginative… You can do better! Try again!

crap! I would never EAT!
is that imaginative enough?
:)

I would make love till I died of exhaustion. ;)

@cyndihugs no

@augustian That doesn’t sound like such a bad way…

An alien would come for me and make love to me…I don’t know how I’m going to die, though….

@boots. Thank you. It was the most creative kind of death I could manufacture on short notice. =)

Ever seen the Blown Away Guy poster?

Unrealistic, sure. But if I could literally be blown away into tiny particles by music, I definitely would. Of course, it would ideally be painless, but whatever…

I would be the first person in history to have exploded in space.

I would fly up in a space ship and get out without any kind of suit. :)

Cover myself in molasses and lay down in the woods to let the wild raccoons consume me.

Hey. It’d make a good TV investigation special.

“TONIGHT ON DATELINE. WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO THE ONCE DOCILE RACCOON?”

Having suffered from depression most of my life, I can speak from experience that if you’re thinking of killing yourself, “imaginative” is not the first thing coming to mind. What you want when you’re in that frame of mind is “rapid,” to stop the suffering as quickly as possible.

But okay, not to be Donny Downer and to answer TFQ, I’d swim out to sea. I’d want my death to be a result of my constant and persistent effort. My last gasp, so to speak.

I’d drown myself in a large pool (complete with diving board and slide, of course) filled with melted chocolate. Yum!
I can see the headlines now…
“Death by Chocolate- Why Purchasing Chocolate in Bulk is Now Illegal in Sixteen States”

@fly Which would you use, the slide or the diving board?

@augustlan where do I sign up for that, I want to end it all with you, and your way is the best I’ve read so far. =)

I want to die from exhaustion resulting from making love to Miss July non-stop.

@PapaLeo I’d play around on both a little bit before the big shabang, of course.But I would probably use the slide to do the final deed. No reason why, really. I suppose I just like slides better!

Cheesewire noose around my neck and I would superglue my hands to my head. Jump off something tall enough to have the wire cut my head off, so it would look like I ripped my head off.

That or jump out of a plane at 30,000 feet dressed as a lobster.

@Fly Ah, I see: you’d repeatedly jump in.

Reminds me of that old joke about the guy who fell into the vat of beer and after 2 hours drowned. Why did it take him so long? He kept getting out to take a leak.

I would dress in full Jedi garb and thrust a fake lightsaber through my chest.

Unfortunately, my sense of imagination would not lessen the immense pain.

@Bluefreedom: A 1973 very french movie called La Grande Bouffe tells the story of a group of men who go away for the week-end and intend to eat themselves to death. The spectacular cast includes Marchello Mastroianni, Michel Piccoli, Phillppe Noiret and Ugo Tognazzi.

There’s some sex but the real star of the movie is the food.

@gailcalled. If you recommend seeing it, I’ll give it a watch. It sounds interesting.

I hope it has English subtitles.

I am sure it does. It is not a dainty little French pastry, but a brilliant piece of film noir for its time. No popcorn while you are watching, please. Bouffer is more vulgar than ”manger”. (A bouffant hair-do, if you are old enough to remember, is a hint.)

@gailcalled. I’m going to try it out. Thanks for mentioning it.