I see your point, but I would most likely elect to go just a bit further. Seeing what utter, revolting, perverted trash and filth I was, I (hope) that I would be able to dig down deep inside me for that one last thread of human compassion and drive out to a beach and blow my brains out. The beach setting would be so that the waves and the seabirds would take care of the mess and I wouldn't inflict any more pain upon humanity by virtue of my presence on the Earth..
Oh, you are such a romantic! LOL. On the subject of trash :), I've been lucky never to be even closed to a "Gay PRIDE parade," (I mean, think of the tittle alone!...), but I have seen enough on TV and documentaries, and for the life of me, that is, almost indescribable, revolting, disgusting are not enough, more like PERVERSION AT ITS HIGHEST DEGREE!... and this what they call the gay PRIDE parade?