We are not even made of the same stuff as most of the universe... our universe is made of darkness.
Madness string 44754
As someone that's battled those thoughts, the end result does not matter. Who finds our body does not matter. All that matters at that point of your life is to make the voice stop and make the pain go away. There is no glamorized scenario where we are found looking serene and beautiful and peaceful. The last thing we give a fuck about is what other people are going to think of us, and why would we? We will be dead.