Today is National Suicide Day.
"Shadrack began a struggle that was to last for twelve days, a struggle to order and focus experience. It had to do with making a place for fear as a way of controlling it. He knew the smell of death and was terrified of it, for he could not anticipate it. It was not death or dying that frightened him, but the unexpectedness of both. In sorting it all out, he hit on the notion that if one day a year were devoted to it, everybody could get it out of the way and the rest of the year would be safe and free. In this manner he instituted National Suicide Day.
On the third day of the new year, he walked down Carpenter's Road with a cowbell and a hangman's rope calling the people together. Telling them that this was their only chance to kill themselves or each other."
Toni Morrison, Sula
Anne Sexton put on her mother's fur coat and pearls and poured herself a glass of vodka before she killed herself.
Vonnegut smoked unfiltered Pall Mall cigarettes for decades, calling his smokes "a classy way to commit suicide".
Virginia Woolf put on her overcoat, filled its pockets with stones, and walked into the river.
Kurt Cobain's suicide note was addressed to his childhood imaginary friend, Boddah.
Hemingway and his father and his sister and his brother and his granddaughter all committed suicide.
Mark Antony was criticized, not for killing himself, but for doing so in the name of love.
Pythagorus was against suicide because he believed that there was a finite number of souls for use in the world and that a sudden and unexpected death would upset the balance.
I think my choice method of suicide would be kidnapping the president.
Happy National Suicide Day. Remember, it's now or 2013.