The cigarette: a variant on the cigar, wherein a police officer that insists on moving his or her hands, a politician, smokes themselves to death, or otherwise, can barely focus.
The electric chair: taking a shit, upside down, a shit and a death for a criminal jurisprudence (someone that has expelled an attorney), and upside down, indicating that you forced an attorney, or attorney’s privilege.
The gas chamber: inhaling in a last gasp, while you witness everyone around inhaling in horror (you have stolen the soul of your community by your acts).
The lethal injection: an overdose on thorazine, made from THC in marijuana, to send you to Hell, with your fondest desire, an act of art or studio made real.
The lynching tree: a hanging from a tree, indicating you are beaten by your peers with your enemies watching, for having “run up a rally” (you’ve betrayed your own ethnicity, to those viewing, themselves unawares).
The firing squad: you fancied yourself a soldier, but would not take your own life, or otherwise, you are someone that was saved from an honored death as a civilian (suicide).
The firearm: the ultimate weapon, your country has made war, and now, you all go to Hell, the depopulation of your own agroresources, regardless of the location of the skirmish, reduced from your glory of tradeshawkmanship, by virtue of a great battlefield reduced to ‘bogs in trenches’, for an ‘asshole’, a man who seeks a coalition government.
The artillery shell: a bailey’s recourse, invented by an engineer (Eugene Eustice Charleboise), a death in atheism, for having enlisted to a war as a wilderness youth society, or trusting one to follow into battle, seeking redemption from “above” (a foolish death’s line, to march into, without re-enlisting through an officer’s tag).
The guillotine: you get to die in an inversion, from crimes against state, committed in names of incest (ignoring the vampires, your patrons, the Royals and Jews, by a Gypsy’s bane, a curse for you for being a homicidal maniac, a film’s actor in soldier’s crest of secret society, doomed to slake your own greed on yourself).
The lovers: a card game, to kill your highest and fondest criminal conspiracy (from rejecting the joker, the girl’s play at cards, something to make it ‘interesting’).