my dad used to be workaholic when he was young, working more than 24 hours some days, from Monday to Sunday, that now, his body deteriorates faster than his age, so i named his box full of pills after him.
i found a rope inside his toolbox, neatly rolled then knotted so tight, like how all condiments in the kitchen are neatly arranged and tightly lidded, so i named the rope after my mom,
Under their mattress is a half-loaded revolver, i named each bullets to my siblings, anyway, we used to hide under the bed when we were younger,
the only blade is in my mom's sewing box, i asked her how to use it when i was young, and she just answered 'just call me i'll do it', that small metal is a testament of motherly love, so i named it after my daughter,
so, in days when suicide is the only option i have, i know, i can't make a killer out of the names of people I love.