In a warm bath with a razor is the most comfortable way to commit suicide. That’s what I remember hearing from my moms at a relatively young (for that kind of information) age. My mother’s first serious male lover killed himself, not in a bathtub but I don’t remember how, after buying the ring but before popping the question. His mother showed my mother the ring, after the funeral. When our distant cousin’s husband killed himself (with a gun, after trying the bathtub thing), her best friend came over to see the scene and to see his body – so that my cousin wouldn’t be alone carrying around that vision in her brain (she had found him, dead in their bedroom). That was a mitzvah, my mother said. At the shiva, my mother told his family that he wasn’t in his right mind, because by definition people who commit suicide are not, and they shouldn’t ever think they could have done anything differently or better