My actual initials are AsHg. This spells out Arsenic Mercury. Too poisonous, even for me. There is a Harlan Ellison short in Death Bird Stories called Neon. It's pathetic, all about some poor shmuck who was in an accident and so mangled, the doctors tried to put him back together again. Where his heart was, they put in a neon tube,that lit up, and gave him a metal finger, which on a clear day, allowed him to pick up Caruso singing in Central Park. All the lights on Broadway began to call him out. " You know you want me. I'm here for you." Tortured, he goes to a Freaker's Ball. Afterward, the electric lights began their song again. " Go for it. You know you want it. Come to me!" He went up a fire escape and threw himself into a neon sign. It connected with the neon tube in his chest. In one final burst of light, it killed him instantly. The angels took pity upon him, and made him a new color in the rainbow, one that never existed at all.