I could drop a full sheet of LSD and leave this world in a torrid of colors, with horrifying images of devils and angels swimming about my body; casting lots to see which of them will claim my soul.
Or, I can drown in a bottle of sleeping pills and whiskey.  With a subtle note of why this permanent dream is better than another day in the waking world.
... Or...  I could set these broken bones, patch this torn heart, smoke a cigarette, and start walking down this long, dirt, road... Picking up all of the shattered people along the way.