Listen, no one should ever kill themselves. Suicide is bad. It makes people cry. I, for one, have been surrounded by people who have taken their lives, and it leaves a gaping hole the size of everything in your world. When I say I am surrounded by them, that is wrong, because technically, they are dead. I mean, a great deal of people I have loved have chosen suicide as a way out. I mean, even you considered it. I know because you told me. Don’t worry, no one knows I am talking specifically to YOU right now, so don’t get all egocentric on me. Suicide really is an epidemic, and for those of us who live on after someone we love does it, you find yourself wondering what you could have done differently. Makes you feel like you failed that person. Truth be told, though, that person failed you. They chose death as a viable alternative to hanging out with you, or seeing their family, or making music or art. And that is devastating. Do we live in a world that is so overwrought with sadness, people would rather die than draw a picture or play with an animal? Yes. Yes we do. And my thoughts are, if you are going to be a selfish asshole and kill yourself, you may as well do it with some flair, so that the death, in itself, is a work of art. A tragic work of art, just like life. Plus, going out swinging is symbolic of perseverance that may be escaping you at the present time. Read on my fellow bear beaters.