How many ways are there to kill yourself?
I thought about a couple: belly-flop into the North Atlantic ocean from an airplane; slit your wrists with your father’s carving knife; sit idly in the garage with the doors and windows closed and the car running; pluck a plant from the garden, pretend it’s Gillyweed, dive headfirst into the swimming pool and breathe; play a round of Kings with petrol instead of alcohol; adopt a rabid pitbull… [The Game.]