Magnetic Poles said:
Besides, I think life in prison at hard labor is more punishment than killing someone.
Yes; if I were accused of a capital crime, I would prefer the death penalty; in fact, so much that if the cops had the goods on me for it (guilty or not) I would draw my gun if I were carrying one, or would hide a hand and make that sudden move with it. "It beats a rope," as I've heard the line more than once in old westerns when a lawman had to shoot an old friend in such a circumstance.
I have written a story-- just short of a "novelette"-- on how to get onself killed, about a guy who visited a church one day and was visited and befriended by one of the 'regulars' in the class he attended. The member found out the visitor like hunting, so he invited him to go squirrel hunting. The visitor seemed nervous and asked strange questions for a guy who claimed to like hunting, and he looked really scared as he saw the first squirrel drop from a tree. The visitor said he wanted to hunt alone for a while, so they split up for an hour. Then when they met again in a thicket, the visitor pointed his gun at the member and threatened to kill him. The member tried to talk to him and asked "why?" and about the consequences, finding out the visitor had always been friendless, felt ganged up on, showed no self-confidence and couldn't get a job; so he was going to do away with "at least one" guy who didn't have such problems. But then they heard a rattlesnake, and saw it on the ground near the visitor. The member told him to shoot it, since his gun was ready. But the visitor said his gun is
unloaded. The snake was about to strike him, then the member jerked his rifle up and shot and killed the snake. The visitor didn't have the guts to kill himself, so he had connived a plan to get his new friend to kill him. "How could I ever explain what happened here if I had to shoot in self-defense?" the member asked. Then, of course, it leads to an illustration about 'being defenseless against the serpent,' who hates you more than you hate yourself, and a rededication.
So this covers not only the extenuating circumstances of a potential homicide, but a word of caution about going all out for someone who visits your church, and why such a person may have done so. Actually this story is loosely based on a state trooper who began attending my church and tried something very similar.