Hey, Leo. I think this is a complex topic and "sucide" is a loaded word. Many people do not use it in the same way, especially in the context of an LD. Personally, I don't see how it's possible for a suicidal person to even become lucid, since it usually takes some effort to pay attention to their surroundings, which the suicidal person is trying ignore or get rid of.
That said, nothing wrong with suicide in an LD (in this context, suicide does not mean the same thing... being in an LD means knowing you're not going to *really* die... just sort of fake die). After all, when the experience is over, what more could convince a person to think, "no way in hell am I ever going to think about doing that in real life!"
Ahem. The following happened a long time ago. It could be almost 10 years now. But I remember every detail. I was really brash back then. 
I flew around an imaginary, clean and therefore slightly futuristic metropolis. I landed on a large building and admired my city, how as if it welcomed me by simply just being in a dream before I was lucid and knew it was my own. What could be more fun than this. How could I be more powerful, than being able to effortlessly create something so huge, original and beautiful? What happened if picked something I thought impossible and put a little effort into it? All these thoughts happened quickly and at a non-verbal level. Indeed, I really just wanted to learn something.
I hadn't been afraid of death before this. I'm not sure when I stopped being afraid of death, or if I ever was. I was born on my mother's father's birthday, she would always tell me. And I'd say, where is he? I want to meet him! And she'd say that he was dead, and I don't remember grasping it at first. Other kids had two grandathers. It wouldn't do for me to have just one.
But, being so strong and wanting to learn, I wanted to take advantage of my circumstantial immortality and trick the dream into thinking I was dying, so that it would let me go through the system. Mind you, the only intelligence I felt in this dream was my own. It felt like there was no God, no personification of death, and all this truly made it seem like heaven. So this idea that I would "trick" the dream was actually worse than the desire to commit suicide, and that had effects later on that were independent of this experience.
So, I was particularly interested in the moment immediately after death. You know how we're interested in the moment immediately before the Big Bang? It was kind of like that. I knew I wouldn't die, so I wanted to see if I could "test" dying and see if I could get a glimpse of it. Only a fool would face death if he didn't know he was, in some way, immortal. Again, all these thoughts happened quickly and at a non-verbal level. When you're confident, you just don't think in words very much.
I walked off the edge and jumped, flying a bit. I decided I wanted to fly into the ground. Make it look real good. So the natural world in this dream would be like, "okay, this guy's dead, he's done the dying thing and now he's in the afterlife or whatever it is we have reserved just for the dead." Again, non-verbal thoughts. 
It was like I thought, "Here I come death! That means I'm going to be waiting for you to bring it."
I dented the sidewalk and the side of a building across the street, at the orthoganal where they met. I seem to have destroyed my skull, cracked my neck, and collapsed my spine. What a good one. That should've done it! A sharp pain seemed to start at the top of my head where it met the ground but then it quickly diminished.
I was vibrating all over, kind of like a shiver, but a billion times more powerful. There was a definite Fourier transformation... one smaller wave was being carried on a much larger wave. The big one seemed to go up and down my spine, stretching my body from the sides... like something looking at me would see double-vision going in and out. [Edit: Actually, that means there was probably a third, much larger wave carrying them both that I didn't even notice] The smaller one, touched every corner of my body, seemingly coming out of the larger one.
I was getting up, and then noticed a headache, emphasis on both the head and ache. Like a headrush from hell. I fell back to the ground again. There was no dead body lying there. I thought, "This was stupid. I'm never doing this again."
And awoke.
Interestingly, I had no headache. Absolutely none. In fact, I was sleeping pretty peacefully! That really freaked me out more than anything, probably, because I didn't understand it. I had thought paralysis only happened from the neck down, and that, like my eye muscles being able to move the same way, a la Laberge experiments, that there would also be some discernable pain in my head.
So, there's nothing wrong with an LD suicide, but, I just don't see the point. Not anymore, at least. 
What's dangerous is trying to "trick" the dream. That's a dumb as hell idea. Don't ever try to trick yourself. You're literally asking to put yourself down. It doesn't matter if you're already powerful, or good at something, and you're tempted to handicap yourself, to try and make things more interesting and "fair." That's just dumb.
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