Hmm... the trouble I foresee with this idea, aside from personal preference against it, is that, at least for me, it would fail the constant comparison and reassessment test that any small kit forces upon me:<br><br>"If I took the (whatever) out, is there anything else that would fit in the newly freed volume of space that might be more useful? Well, maybe I could substitute a (whichever). Hey! Yeah, that would be better. All right, out goes the (whatever), then, and in goes the (whichever)."
<br><br>I don't expect to ever carry enough meds to cause an effective suicide, and if I ever did, I know I'd end up taking some of them out to put something more useful into the freed volume.<br><br>"Hey, If I took out some of those pills, I could carry
both a condom
and a fish bag! Cool!"
<br><br>If I want to commit sepuku, I've got my knife. If I prefer a less painful wound, the neck will do. I'd rather not slit my wrists... I hear that you get too uncomfortably cold before you die. If I didn't care about the cold, I could take off my clothes and pour my last water over myself at night to assist myself into hypothermia. I could always see what happens when you eat iodine and potassium permanganate and then suck on an alcohol or benzalkonium chloride swab. Sounds like a really bad idea, but then, that's the point.
The worse that could happen is I could live in even
more pain.
Er, no. Okay, maybe I could hang myself with my cordage or, if it's mountainous, drag myself over a cliff. Hey, start a campfire, then lay down in it.
I'm sure I could devise something without having to carry around gear specifically dedicated to the job. Or, if all of that seemed like too much trouble, well then...<br><br>"Razors pain you;<br> Rivers are damp;<br> Acids stain you;<br> And drugs cause cramp.<br> Guns aren't lawful;<br> Nooses give;<br> Gas smells awful;<br> You might as well live."<br> -Dorothy Parker, 1893-1967