So Robin Williams killed himself.

By hanging from what I gather.

Hanging at home seems like a particular harrowing way to go.

It’s not easy to setup a DIY gallows – IKEA doesn’t stock those.

But even if it did there is no guarantee that you won’t get the instructions wrong and end up with an erotic asphyxiation machine instead.

Given that you can’t ensure the breaking of the neck, death can take several seconds which is several seconds too many.

Few things are more agonising in my mind than feeling yourself die.

Come to think of it there really isn’t a sure fire method for instant death.

Kariotakis once advised would be suicides not to try self-drowning. Having tried it himself and failed he advised instead to use a gun which he duly did a short time after.

But even a gun isn’t fool proof. If your hand shakes you might lodge the bullet on a different part of your brain than the right one and end up a vegetable that is never the less unfit for vegetarians.

Perhaps the best way then is to rely on good friends. You can confide your difficulty in finding a good way to kill yourself.

They will either manage to change your mind or hire a hit man to blast your brains out with a sniper rifle while taking a dump.