Lance thought quite a bit about death. His own death, though not suicide.

He hoped to get killed by a psychopath. Someone who'd really get a kick out of it. Not because he'd go to even that extreme to make people happy. He wasn't that unattached to living, but...

Well, he'd come to the realization during sex. He figured that wasn't so very strange, wasn't culmination described as a little death anyway? It was bad sex, ironically. The nameless girl had seemed to be having a good time, though, so he'd decided to check. Empathy did have a few practical uses... Lance assumed some people would quibble over his idea of practical. Not only was she not faking, but he'd found another use for empathy; accidentally - forever after quite intentionally - subverting his emotions with those of others. That was probably another of those twisted things people wouldn't understand. Hell, it'd probably have some weird long term psychological effect. But damn was the sex better from her perspective.

That's how he wanted to approach death, too. He was pretty sure the worst way to go would be gently, alone in his head. No one wanted to hear that, either.