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1. Shotgun, head - 99% - 1.7 min 

2. Toxins, cyanide - 97% - 1.8 min

3. Gunshot, head - 97% - 2.5 min

4. Shotgun, chest - 96.4% - 1.4 min

5. Explosives - 96.4% - 1.6 min

6. Impact, train - 96.2% - 17.9 min

7. Impact, great height - 93.4% - 4.6 min

8. Gunshot, chest - 89.5% - 7 min

9. Hanging - 89.5% - 7 min

10. Impact, car crash - 78.5% - 20 min

11.  Toxins, household - 77.5% - 24 min

12. Fire, self immolation - 76.5% - 57 min

13. Fire, structure - 73% - 52.5 min

14. Toxins, carbon monoxide - 71% - 21.5 min

15. Impact, automobile - 70% - 19 min

16. Electrocution - 65.5% - 2.4 min

17. Gunshot, abdomen - 65% - 69 min

18. Drowning, ocean/lake - 63% - 18.5 min

19. Stabbing, chest - 58.5% - 96 min

20. Cutting, throat - 51.5% - 15.5 min

21. Overdosing, illegal drugs - 49.4% - 116 min

22. Suffocation - 23% - 7 min

23. Drowning, bathtub - 21.5% - 18.5 min

24. Drowning, swimming pool - 21.5% - 18.5 min

25. Stabbing, abdomen - 12.5% - 252 min

26. Overdosing, prescription drugs - 12.3% - 129 min

27. Overdosing, non-prescription drugs - 6% - 456 min

28. Cutting, arms/legs - 6% - 105 min 




there is no holy grail. 






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