Ok here we go my suicide First of all I go for a nice drive saying goodbye to my friends and family, then as they are all confused/worried about what I said I nascar it off a cliff proceeding to smash into the ground but I don't die. I'm taken to the hospital put under watch, I try to slit my wrists but my plan is foiled. I try to hang myself but am rescued by a stray llama. After failing several more times I get sent home. I walk in the door sad because I fail at everything including suicide. I go to lay on my beloved sofa, when I lay on it the back legs break sending me flying of my balcony I splat on the ground dead as can be. I have done it, or rather my sofa has done it.