If you’re bound and determined to shuffle off this mortal coil, says Rand Simberg, the least you can do is to avoid getting other people involved in the shuffle:
It is an almost intrinsically inconsiderate and selfish act to kill yourself. The only way to do so in a considerate manner is to make sure all your affairs are in order, with clear instructions, and to not make a mess to clean up, or leave yourself where someone, particularly a loved one, will be traumatized by finding you (e.g., disappear into the wilderness and do it there). When you do it in such a way as to endanger others or cause property damage, I have zero sympathy for you, whether you survive or not.
Especially, you know, if it’s somebody else’s property.
While I am in general agreement with Mr Simberg, philosophically speaking, there are a couple of problems with trying to use this approach as a deterrent:
- The potential suicide does not think in terms of “loved ones,” except to the extent that he does not consider himself one of someone else’s; nobody likes him, everybody hates him, he’s going down the back to
eat wormsfall on his sword.
- If he’s buttoned every button, crossed every T and dotted every I, like as not it’s going to look like an attempt at insurance fraud.
Having occasionally, at unusually-low points in my life, found myself fantasizing about crashing into a bridge abutment at 150 mph, I have at least a vague idea of where these poor shlubs are coming from, though I have, perhaps wisely, made a point of owning motor vehicles that won’t do 150.
Less impertinently, it’s possible to defend one’s right to do something in this case, end one’s own life without implying that it’s in any way a good idea.