Despite what this iniatially seems to imply. I do not plan on taking my own life for now anyway. The reason for the title is more to do with endurance rather surrender. It would be quiet a romantic ending if I died with the Sun, in a literal sense. I almost have the complete armour I plan to die in. Most of it is galvanised with zinc to make it dark, some of it is painted black. I guess I would like to die deep inside some catacombs. I think it would make a great story if some nice female explorer discovered me in a few hundred years and someone had discovered how to bring the dead back to life. I don't know really. I have had so many strange dreams lately. I am very depressed and its sad to say that even my hygene is sufffering as a result. However, I put on a brave face, because if I don't my dog will no longer see me as the pack leader. Also the neighbours will start thinking I am weak if I hold my head down.