March 15th, 2264

He stabbed himself in the heart.

Exnil is exactly the picturesque individual desiring death, desiring suicide, unafraid of the present pain, to prevent future pain.

 Yet, the pain would be too much to bear. Starvation was a long and arduous process, as is dehydration. Drowning is too uncomfortable, Carbon monoxide? No, he didn't have any means to access such methods of suicide. 1:05 Am

 What about a gun? "I don't have the money." Jumping off a tall building? "There's no guarantee I die. I wish not to suffer."

1:11 Am

Sullen, Sleep deprived, and elated, his mind was broken. 

"Overdose it is"

He gathered whatever dirty bills he could find in his dilapidated home, and left for the streets. $7

1:45 Am

An unadulterated smile formed on his face, the prospect of slumber made him giddy, unrepresentative of his stumbling gait. 

1:55 Am

Elated

A single needle

2:19 Am

He scrounged up any remaining cognitive awareness, and drove the chef's knife cheep into his chest, as the orgasmic ecstasy reached its apex… his heart stopped. 2:23 Am

A gray sky, no stars, no satellites, just the cloudy dim moonlit sky.

And he passed. 

Time of Death: 2:25 Am, March 15th, 2264