Considering that suicide is illegal in the country, this thread is bit too close to discussing how to commit a crime, for comfort.
This is closed.
Cajun Man
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My apologies . . . apparently suicide is not illegal in the United States.
Cajun Man
for the SDMB
I used to work for a life insurance company, and we had a couple of guys buy the farm in this manner.
Attempt to hijack any airplane. The other passengers plummeting you to death will make every news story for weeks.
For me, it is the disposition of the body that is interesting. I want my body to be sunk into the mud of the Mississippi Delta to eventually become a fossil. Millions of years from now, that area should be above water as a new land mass, my body entombed into the sedimentary deposits.
If I had to go in a spectacular way, nothing beats James Cagney’s exit in White Heat. “…Top of the world!!!” BOOM
Wow… First “closed then reopened” thread I’ve been in…
Skydiving.
With a nuclear weapon.
Poor formerly Soviet nations have nukes they’d probably be willing to part with.
How about going to whatever department at a university or museum that would collect and clean old bones? They use beetles and other insects that eat the flesh off the bones, leaving nice squeaky-clean bones.
Climb into the bug box and fall alseep…
Won’t be speedy - they bugs eat slowly, and it will hurt when you wake up, but, hey, it’s certainly an *interesting * way to do it!
I would sit here on my lazy butt eating donuts with my channel changer in my hand.
Hey, wait a minute …
:dubious:
Curse you for trying to kill me by inducing my lungs to snurk out of my nasal cavaties!!!
Hmmm, interesting suicide methods…
Launched from a Trebuchet into a live volcano while wearing a Superman costume. Yep, I think that’s my choice.
I’ve told this story before, I think.
Eons ago on my granny’s side of the family, she had this cousin who was married to this crazy woman. Anyhow she was nagging him one day, and so he locked himself in the bedroom to get away from her. She got all pissed off and went into the kitchen and baked a pecan pie, sat down at the table and ate it.
She was a diabetic, y’see.
Yes. Death by pie. Weebl would be proud.
Bolding mine.
Annie, no disrespect meant here at all. I think this is either the most amazing turn of words I’ve ever read! 
I just know you meant pummeling! Didn’t ya…didn’t ya?
I’ve always thought that if it was my time to go I would get extremely drunk and go hang out in the snow in the middle of the night. It would be relatively painless and would look like an accident.
Hey, if it’s good enough for Mulder…
For impossible means, I’d like to land a spaceship on Venus and have it suddenly disappear leaving my unprotected body on the surface. I wonder if I’d have time to say “Ta-da!” before being crushed and vaporized?
Or, a method from Bobcat Goldthwait:
Break into the house of the president of the NRA, take one of his guns, put it in my mouth, and, right before pulling the trigger, say, “Explain this!”.
Sorry, has to be said…
BAND NAME!!!
I think I’d commit some kind of shameful act, then commit some sort of creative suicide, involving fire, rather than facing a life sentence. I like fire. Then when I got to heaven* I’d discover that what I’d done had actually been legalized, and ask to be sent back to earth for a few more years. 
*I don’t really believe in heaven, but I needed to set up the joke.
I don’t quite follow this. If they are shooting your remains into space, you’ve already cashed in your chips.
If someone commits suicide in the forest, and no-one’s around to hear it, do they make a sound?
To the OP: like this
Doing something so ridiculously dumb it makes the Darwin Awards.
Oh Oh Oh… or like that guy in Jonathan Creek who killed the judge who put him in jail.
Several days before the murder, Rokesmith came down to the bunker and began to systematically dismantle the back brick wall. He then re-build’s it a few inches in from the back block of concrete, leaving an opening that he can get through. He then returns with Jack, kills him, and places the gun in Jack’s hand to make it look like suicide. He then swallows some pills and before they can take effect, he seals himself in by finishing rebuilding the brick wall.
Pure Genius.
For me it would have to be self-mummification.
I could go to a weight loss clinic, weigh in at 225, and when they ask me what my target is I could say that I’d like to get down to 40 pounds.
When people would comment that I had lost weight I could that it’s a work in progress.
Bungee jumping; using your intestines as the cord.