since early puberty I realized that my death certificate would never state "heart attack" or "kidney failure" but "ligature hanging" instead.Over time my fascination and obsession with hanging continually grew to the point that I even chose to buy an appartment that lends itself especially to hanging.This said,I surrounded myself with different set-ups to choose from: for partial hanging a noose is ready in my bathroom,whereas the beam in my guest room is equipped for a full suspension;a kind of sturdy hemp rope is in the trunk of my car for outings into nature and of course I never travel without a rope in my suitcase (which has caused some rather bewildered and stunned looks and facial expressions of some customs officers).Not being in a particular hurry all I know is I'm going to hang myself in the near future; whenever the moment feels right or the urge finally gets too overwhelming,though,I will be spared hurried fussy and nervewrenching preparations because everything will be ready,prepared and within very close reach...my two cents