Im writing a book on suicide, there are many methods, bust most are extremly painful ways and shameful ways to go. There is
Hanging
Overdose
Shooting to the head
Train Tracks
Building jumping
Bridge Jumping
Jumping into oncoming traffic
Carbon Dioxode Poisoning
wrist slitting
All of these take an extrodinary amount of willpower to do and are extremly painful and acts of shame that are to be looked down upon and VERY MESSY for the clean up crew.
I have chocked on food before and it is very painful, you begin to see colors like forced from inside your eyes so hanging is -10 on the suicide scale.
Overdosing gives you very harsh ill symptoms which are too extrutiating. -8 on the sucide scale.
Bridge Jumping and Building jumping are too terrifying -10 on the suicide scale.
Jumping into traffic- the pain in 100 fold. -10 on the suicide scale.
I know someone who slit their writs and he said the pain is unbearable your arms shake from the pain and you scream. -10 on the sucide scale.
Shooting the the head must be extremly painful - -50 on the scale, even if its for 50 seconds, and what if you survive? -10 on the suicide scale The mess left behind is -100 on the sucide scale.
What the hell is one supposed to do to die without leaving a mess for the person behind them?
I’m not suicidal, but the physical or mental pain one goes through daily must be much worse for them overall that a few minutes of excruciating pain is tolerable in the long run. If you really want to end your only existence, I doubt pain is a factor.
I think it depends on the mess you leave behind. Imagine how autoerotic asphyxiation must look. I would expect coroners to keel over with laughter every time that happens.
I intend to kill myself in the messiest way possible. Tops on the list is strapping explosives to myself, putting on an overcoat and stuffing the pockets with napalm, and then drenching myself in gasoline. I’ll go out on a ledge on a building in NYC and wait for a crowd to gather and start yelling ‘Jump! Jump!’. Then I’ll set myself on fire, jump out over the crowd and detonate the explosives and shower the crowd with flaming bits of me.
Should I die of some other cause, I’ve left instructions to be cremated, and have my ashes scattered over an unsuspecting crowd. Preferably Yankee fans.
I’m locking this. OP, you say you’re doing research but your user profile says something different. And I’m going to suggest you seek some counseling if you’re not already doing so.