He did not want to die. Life was good. The sun hot. But he knew he must die at his own hands, for he did not want to die at the hands of another.

Bo Duke lay in the dirt on top of Devil's Cliff, the highest point in Hazzard County. He often came up there to think about life, but more recently, he came to think about death. Being a homosexual in Hazzard County simply wouldn't do, and for that, he must kill himself. But he could never bring himself to do the gruesome task, because he did not want to die.

He sat up and inched toward the edge, letting his feet dangle off. This wasn't what he wanted; and yet he felt...a sense of relief? He did not want to die, but this was nice. If only he could bring himself to move just a little more, just a little closer…

Now his legs were dangling off, and he looked down. It was too deep for him to see the bottom, but he didn't need to. Soon enough he would be down there, no more, and it would be grand. But he did not want to die.

Should he leave a note? Uncle Jesse, and Daisy, and of course, Luke, would be terribly worried, and were bound to go searching for him. He genuinely cared for them, and he didn't want to worry them, but he could not bring himself to stay alive. If he left a note, they would know it was a suicide. He would have to explain the circumstances; he would be thought a coward, and he did not wish for either of these. But if his death was an accident, oh, if it was an accident...

Bo moved closer off the edge, now having to use his arms to keep himself from plummeting to his ultimate demise. Another inch, he'd be gone, and nobody would ever know the awful secret that plagued him. But this was not what he wanted. He did not want to die!

He moved ever so slightly and let go, the cold dirt of the cliff being the last thing he ever felt in his hands. He was falling, falling, falling...and it was wonderful. He closed his eyes, and before he knew it, he was gone.

He had wanted to die.