Since you are already there, I say, go ahead and find a mirror or two and smash them, follow every black cat you see and cross their trails, turn left onto every thirteenth street you see, go to the thirteenth floor in every office building you see and piss in the southwestern corner, kill a chicken without removing its heart first, walk back and forth under every ladder you see to the lyric "Up, Up, And Away In My Beautiful Balloon" and look deeply into the eye of a blond child without touching their heads and just get the whole lot of shit over with at once.
Otherwise, your death will only be prolonged ... ... ... ...