/lit/ - Literature

Is anyone else really obsessed with having a poetic death? I wouldn't say I'm obsessed, but it's definitely a concern of mine.

I don't know if it's a spectacle thing where I'm so fixated on prepared images that I want my life to play out like one or wether it's just my dedication to aesthetics, but I think about this a lot. I feel that if my death doesn't conceptually conclude my life it will have all been in vain.

Still haven't figured out how I should go, though.

>On 28 March 1941, Woolf drowned herself by filling her overcoat pockets with stones and walking into the River Ouse near her home.
Takes the cake, for me.