I was late to work this morning because some guy decided to lie down on the tracks and get himself killed by an oncoming train. In Rome. I remember when there was a flurry of “pushers” in New York around ten years ago.
I asked my colleague, “Do you think he may have been pushed?”
He replied, “I wish he’d just shot himself in the fucking mouth in the privacy of his own home.”
Suicide can be so inconvenient.