Okay, so a really good friend wouldn't let you self-asphyxiate drunk or stone-cold sober. If only Michael Hutchence had had a friend like that. Or this unfortunate British graphic designer, who died from asphyxiation during masturbation and was found, by his 76-year-old dad, wearing only Saran Wrap around his head and a pair of rubber kitchen gloves with one finger removed. (Yeah, we're still trying to figure that last part out.) It's hardly the way to achieve dignity in death. And tragic as it is, we can't help but be reminded of that classic humor essay in The New Yorker in the form of a pleading letter to God:

Please don't let me die in an embarrassing way, please don't let me slip on a banana peel or be hit by a safe falling off a building, please don't let me be burned almost beyond recognition.

But seriously, kids, autoerotic asphyxiation, as it's known in the biz, is no laughing matter (honestly, we're not laughing). Don't try this at home.