I support it, but that's not how I would do things...
My plan, as I've told all of my friends and family, is this: When the day comes when I'm face to face with my mortality, be it cancer, body just breaking down, mental illness...I'm going to go sky diving. I'll tandem jump with a professional and be super excited, "are we going to record it?" I'd ask. "Of course!" they'd reply. "Yay!"
We'd go up in the plane, all the while I'm jamming ACDC's
Highway to Hell (because, fuck you, that's what I want the soundtrack of my death to sound like). We'd jump out of the plane. About 7 seconds in, I'd rotate in my harness so that my back is to the ground and I'm staring my instructor in the face. Then I'll say, "sorry." after a pause and a confused look by him, I'd unclick myself from the harness and plunged into the earth slamming my head into the ground at mach 7 speeds.
If the instructor even
thinks about coming after me in some heroic aerodynamic plunge after me, I'd give him the bird and plunge even faster until
slammmmmm I splatter all over someone's backyard during a BBQ.
Then when the grand kids asked "what happened to grandpa." They'll hear one hell of a badass story worthy of a hollywood movie featuring Kenny Powers
Edit: as evident, I've never skydove (word?) so my speed estimates may be off by a factor of mach 7. Plan still stands.