Bet You Can't Kill Yourself

You take a small sip of the embalming fluid. It's easiest the worse tasting thing you ever experienced. Your want of death seriously conflicts with the wants of your taste buds. As you get ready to imbide more you start feeling a little woozy. Woozie is a funny word you think. Woo-zie. You giggle a little as you sit down. You stare at your finger nails thinking "finger covers?" The proprietors show up to see you freaking out man. They of course call the police and have you arrested for trespassing, theft, and posession of a controlled substance.