I think I actually would prefer to die alone, just to preserve the memories of others and my own dignity. I've seen dead bodies, and among other things they always look humiliated, shamed by their emptiness and postmortem eliminations.

I've spent a lot of my time alone. I'm usually shy and awkward with others. I only become a social animal in periods of hypomania, which have become rare in recent years. So I envision crawling off into some cave or copse of trees to die by myself. It would be nice to pull it off so they'd never find my body. Maybe do it on a brown bear trail. It worked for the Treadwell guy, who btw was probably one of our bipolar brothers.

I guess the family would miss the opportunity to say good-bye, and if I'm not selfish I should give more weight to their feelings and less to my own dignity.