What's your most morbid curiousity?

I'm not referring to showing up at work and blowing your least favorite twat away.
Been there, done that (almost).

I guess I'm referring to method of homicide/suicide.
If I had to go, I think blowing myself away would be too easy, and slashing one's wrists
isn't as easy as it sounds.
I'd slowly but surely collect each black widow I kill.
After about 18, I'd take my blender and make myself a widow shake, with orange juice perhaps.
I suppose their venom dries out a little after their death, but I imagine it'd still be potent enough.
What is thy morbid curiousity, if any?