But what about the shock and panic of counting down the distance until your death. At least with the guillotine you wouldn't be watching the blade fall down on your neck (unless you're being executed by a bunch of jag-offs that make you face upwards). Out of all the ways to die, getting thrown out a plane has got to be near the bottom for me.
I agree with DS on this... what's with this laying about waiting for the mighty blade to fall??? Where's the fun in that? I want to fly! I want speed! Lets have some fun! (oh...and lets not shoot puppies, ok?).
This is one of the most depressing threads I've ever read. It just seems like any method of executing people is wrong, since no matter what you know what's coming. (Not saying I am necessarily correct in thinking this. I am probably just too nice. Anyway, I don't want this thread going to D&D, so...) As for animals, I used to do research on them and we had to "sac" them often, especially mice. (short for "sacrifice", the acceptable term) There, of course, is no good way. You're supposed to use the gas chamber, which did not look pleasant. They would go through a lot of convulsions before they passed. I always assumed it was painful after all. The other thing we did was a quick snap of the neck; hold the mouse down behind its neck and pull its tail hard, and the backbone will snap. I preferred to cut off the head after that, just to make sure. Still, the head and mouth keep moving for a minute. Hopefully it's just reflexes, but that bothers me. Some people who worked there weren't that sensitive; one would hold them by the tail, spin them around (to make them dizzy/ keep them from struggling), and then cut the head off with scissors while the mouse was conscious. Larger animals can't be executed by hand that easily. Rat guillotines are common. Still, even decapitation doesn't look that quick and painless. I always put mine under anesthesia first so hopefully they wouldn't know what I would do to them. Still, I wasn't trained very well and was left alone with them my first day. I had to struggle with them, and the others figured out what was going on. I can't describe how depressing it is to know that, no matter how bad that mouse wants to get out of the situation, it won't be able to. Also that there was a beautiful living creature and you killed it. I understand these things may be necessary, but let somebody else do it, especially to the dogs and cats. I wonder about the mentality of someone who would take it upon himself to shoot the puppies. How could he bring himself to go through with it? (I feel awful now remembering all the "sacrificing." )
What about going up into outer space and then going out in a space suit and then being shot super fast towards the sun. That'd be an interesting way to go... maybe, maybe no?
