Yes, oh yes. I have an elaborate suicide fantasy/plan. Just before a landmark birthday of mine (60, 65, 70) after my mother is dead and my novel is published, I would like to go to a lovely resort hotel on the beach and enjoy myself for a couple of days. I would have had my hair cut and styled, my eyebrows threaded, my nails manicured and pedicured, and so on — I would make sure I was all dolled up. On the morning of my birthday, I would dress prettily, put on some makeup, wear an adult diaper under my dress, and hang myself in the bathroom (to make it less messy). It would probably be a partial hanging unless I could find someplace to hang myself by full suspension. I would leave a sizable tip for the maids, who would discover my carcass a few hours after my death. Of course, I would have written several suicide notes (I think I would use the line "Please try to be happy for me since this is something I have wanted to do for a very long time"). I would want to have a Catholic funeral Mass. I would not want the ligature mark on my neck disguised by makeup or hidden by a scarf (Iet them know I hanged myself!). They would bury my ashes in a columbarium in a Catholic cemetery, and I would have a nice grave marker.
Of course, I don't intend to carry it out yet, but it is strangely consoling to imagine it. May God forgive me for all this.