I'd sooner kill someone else.
There's no satisfaction to be had in suicide, no sense of a job well done, no possibility of reducing the number of fat-headed reactionary wankers in the world. Unless you are one yourself, in which case I can't recommend it enough.

Also, there's absolutely no guarantee that oblivion is better than life in any way.
( The Mock TurtIe ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Thu 15 Jul 2010, 20:27, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

It's not about the after life.
I'm quite looking forward to not existing.
( girlinthehole, Thu 15 Jul 2010, 20:30, Reply)

You'd be a bit gutted if it turned out that,
during the last few milliseconds of your existence, your consciousness is sent to somewhere like Slough or Newark-on-Trent, and your last moment is drawn out into smaller and smaller intervals of time like Zeno's paradox, approaching oblivion very closely but never actually reaching it.

I'm not saying that's definitely what happens when you die, but it's a possibility.
( The Mock TurtIe ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Thu 15 Jul 2010, 20:49, Reply)

Could be worse
Purgatory could mean being made to live in Braintree.
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Thu 15 Jul 2010, 20:57, Reply)

Now you've definitely scared me.
I DON'T WANT TO DIE : /
( girlinthehole, Thu 15 Jul 2010, 20:58, Reply)

I TOLD YOU!

( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Thu 15 Jul 2010, 20:59, Reply)