Putting a gun to your head and pulling the trigger doesn't mean you deserve to die. I can't think of an instance where someone deserves to die (I'm on the fence when it comes to the death penalty, but that's another thread for another time). Dying is just the outcome of putting a pistol to your temple to firing it, an outcome that can be avoided if people cared more about one another.

Amanda Todd did something stupid (that a lot of people do, btw) and she felt the only escape was to kill herself. Whilst some people would say sending naked pictures of yourself to someone is undignified, I say you loose more dignity if you can't face it when (or if) it gets out. You loose more dignity by letting it get to you. Obviously, you'd send a naked picture of yourself to someone if you were proud of the photo. Why can't you be proud, if not embarrassed, afterwards? In fact, I'd be more embarrassed for the person who'd sent the picture about - what kind of trust do you put into a friend who'll distribute naked pictures?

What's even worse is the torment. If that were a friend of mine, hell, acquaintance, I'd be the first to support them. The bigger deal for me is making sure that person is alright - not laughing at them to make them feel even more shitty. People make mistakes, but that doesn't give you the right to treat that person any differently unless it was something hugely personal to you. We're flawed - we make mistakes and judge, and that's all we know how to live because no one supports each other.

That rant aside, suicide is the cowards way out. Like mentioned above, you loose far more dignity in my eyes if you take your own life that stand up and deal with your problems. It's your life, and you can make it out to be what you want it to be. People do dumb shit all the time, but it's how they deal with it after that leads to the happy ending. When my step dad tried to kill himself almost two years ago, he beat himself up for months afterwards from loosing all dignity because when we all saw him in hospital, tubes down his throat, dried up drool marks on his chin, urine bag, etc, he really was the worst he'd ever been. It's not a pretty sight, but what he felt even worse about was how he'd made us all feel. Everyone was blaming each other, or blaming themselves when really it was his decision, we thought we were going to loose someone we loved and wondering what we could have done to prevent it.

I'll never forget that night and the day after, neither will everyone else present. He has to live with that.