Even though I don't love the way Splat went, I love the IDEA of Splatting. A double suicide is so fucking romantic, especially when done this way. Hurtling towards the Earth in each others arms before hitting the ground with such a decisive and sickening splat that your guts and blood all mix together. It becomes impossible for the doctors or coroners to tell who's who, so they just throw the both of you into one coffin and bury you together. You'd be together until you both returned to dirt. Sometimes in porn you read people say stuff like "I don't know where I end and you begin", it's that but in a more literal sense. No one could easily figure out whose sternum matches the lung tissue, so they'd just chuck you both in the ground forever. Not even death could do you part.
I've been thinking about it a lot lately