Electrocute

In his continuing quest to kill himself, David Blaine is now allowing himself to be electrocuted for three days, protected only by a special suit. One million volts fired at him, enough to light Anna Wintour's dressing room. He can't even scratch his face or risk horrible death. With my itchy mug I'd last about 30 seconds.
This man has created the highest profile stunts on the planet, yet he could walk down the street unrecognized. He's like the Olympics. Once it's over people go on with their lives.
He's doing this in NYC, where self electrocution might stimulate a shrug. He's tried to drown himself, I'm sure he's been stabbed and shot at and strangled, encased in ice, all televised. He's starved himself, gone without water, probably leaped from high altitudes using a cellophane parachute.
I'm trying to picture his Board of Directors sitting around trying to come up with new ways to thrill audiences without actually killing this guy off.
They should force him to remain in line at Motor Vehicles, or wait for an auto part to arrive at Firestone, or spend hours at a walk-in clinic waiting for an x-ray. Self mutilation would be a respite.