I try not to suicide, really. I find it dishonorable. Here is a description of myself and my people:

Story: once there were 379 waffles, they lived in perfect harmony. Then one day, Waffle77 and Waffle42 had a baby. This baby was Waffle380. He came out of the womb with a knife for some reason, and proceeded to murder every single one of the other Waffles. All 1-379. After that he eats the hearts of each one so that he may have 379 working hearts and if he dies once, one of the working hearts will just fix him in a matter of minutes. He keeps only 3 of them buried (his parents 42 and 77, and the last one he killed, Waffle7). The remainder of his slaughtered waffle community he has been slowly giving away, promising that they are not dead bodies covered with blood, just normal waffles with Syrup on them

Notes About Waffles: Waffles live in a society of baked goods, much like the human world you are in now. Waffles can be found everywhere, though they originated in Belgium. Generally, the waffles get along with the pancakes and crepes, sometimes the croissants give them trouble, but their one true enemy is the bratwurst bun. hotdog buns are fine, but when a Belgian Waffle and one of those German meat-clinger savages come face to face, a battle is sure to break out.

More on the baked good society: Most countries here in the human world have a baked good that is staple to themselves. for instance the crepes of France or the English muffins of England. In actuality, these staples were not determined by you humans, but by the living locations of the majority of baked goods in their universe.

More on baked goods in general: We are not male or female or straight or gay or anything. We are 100% asexual and are only reproduced when two baked goods decide they want to raise a child. usually these baked goods are the same, but microwave waffles (pop tart and Belgian waffle) and things like them have to come from somewhere right? anyhow, we are born when our two parents combine their conscious and put forth all mental effort into creating a baby. that baby then appears from the outer dimension we refer to as "the womb" and is already an adult.

Baked Goods don't have names, just their type and a number.