- I am a wimp. I wanted to die at home, surrounded by loved ones. I wanted to choose the day myself, making sure the weather is good. We will have a big party with a death-day cake; we will talk about my favorite memories in life, cry a little, hug each other and say good bye. Then I will drink the doses of poisons prescribed by my suicide physician. People from the mortuary will be waiting outside. I will be cremated and my ashes will be scattered into the nature. Then everybody will sigh in relief and go have a buffet or something.
Susan