I'd just go with Killersup. Living when dead is knocking at your door is not really fine to me. I hate pursues, raidings, shortage and needing to murder creatures.
When my mother bought a supermarket chicken (without head and organs) and started shredding it, I wasn't feeling quite sure. To think that I would need to do it with animals.
I'd suicide by jumping from a VERY, VERY high place, of which my death would be instantaneously. The adrenaline spilling out of my ears would be awesome. And then, blood spilling... heheheh.