I've heard of homeless selling their organs, and the the Dr taking more then they were supposed to in South America.
You remind me the last time I was severely suicidal I had a freind who was dying. He had something wrong with his heart, and was on the transplant list. When he found out I was going to kill myself he went ballistics. He wanted my heart if I wouldn't listen to reason. He wanted to live. He was fighting to live, and I was fighting to die. Will, was his name. He did in fact die a short time after that conversation. So did I, but I was revived. Fate is a fickle whore perhaps.