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if you can't even kill yourself right, how do you go on living?
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As for men being showy when they punch their own ticket, buddy of mine has a fun story from his pre-med days running as an EMT. Fellow somehow rigged his chainsaw -- good 2-footer, not some limb-slicer -- to run without a hand on the grip/trigger. Placed it on the garage floor, sat down with his back to it, and lowered his neck onto the blade.
Yeah, it apparently caught, ripped, and tore his head off not very cleanly, sending it bouncing all over the garage with a considerable chunk of neck meat attached. First time and last time my friend puked on the job, he claims.
Personally, I'd like to go with a John D. MacDonald fantasy: Well into my old age, on a beach, with my far-too-young lover, and right at the point of our mutual climax, we're trampled by a herd of stampeding elephants.






