A few months after my "suicide," I discovered through a mutual friend that the guy I pranked was emotionally distraught by my death and planning a tribute issue to me in his fanzine. It was to be page after page after nauseating page of my drawings with the word "NO!" plastered over every image, increasing in size. I had to put a stop to my lie. I called him up. My voice from the grave nearly gave the poor guy a heart attack. Naturally, I never heard from him again. I don't blame him. I never pranked anybody like that again.
It's 17 years later and I wonder how I would kill myself this week?