I know a couple who are in the final stages of their life, and have purchased a suicide machine to use when the time comes.
That time was apparently Sunday, when they tried to use it four times, and ultimately failed.
They decided it was time to go, and did the work ... and didn't die.
I'm trying to fathom how one deals with that, mentally. It is now two days later. Two days after they would have passed away. Two more days of eating food. Going to the bathroom. Brushing teeth.
I just can't imagine what kind of headspace that puts a person into...
They have gotten new parts for the machine and are going to try again. Probably this week.
The weird thing to think about is how hard is must have been to make the decision at first. And then, how hard it must be, psychologically, when it didn't work. And then, now, how easy it probably will be the next time.
The mind is a weird place.
(The suicide machine I think they are using is basically a glorified bag over the head with a nitrogen tank attached to it. You turn on the nitrogen, breathe in, your body doesn't get any oxygen - only an inert gas - so you don't feel like you are suffocating, but you do. Very quickly. Apparently you can pass out in under 30 seconds, and be gone in a couple of minutes.)