And then dealing with the aftermath. The constant, monumental stress of having to be looking over one's shoulder and being fearful of making the slightest misstep coupled with the knowledge that if there is indeed a Hell, that's where you're going, would not exactly make for a pleasant life.
I'll leave that sort of judgment up to God and not mess with it myself, thanks very much.:-)
(unless somebody breaks into the stoat cave or causes me to believe that they mean me or somebody else an early end, in which case I will be delighted to exercise my legal options)
Right, it would be a mental bother to live with if the “killee” were innocent and maybe just borderline needing killed. However, when faced with such a problem just think of the act as doing you duty and having the fortitude to carry it out. Of course being a hair psycopathical doesn’t hurt. Hmmmm. You gotta be crazy to do shit like that.