That said, there are some suicides that don't deserve sympathy. These are the narcissists. People who basically view suicide as one big "Look at me! Aren't I just the shit?!?" These people have no real problems, they are successful, they have people who like them, and they are quite happy to end it all, trivializing the nightmare people contemplating suicide go through. You know, attention whoring.
I know John Byrne only by reputation. Oh, fuck, what a reputation. So superior to everyone and enjoying his little treehouse message board. Byrne has long been known for his condescension and self-regard. So this little exchange on his hugbox isn't exactly a surprise:
BYRNE: "Even as far back as 1972 -- MCMLXXII -- I had been giving serious consideration to making my planned and (hopefully) gracious exit when I was in my 66th year -- MMXV -- but I'm lately rather liking the "symmetry" of MMXX. Will I really jot that notation onto a commission piece some day?"
VALMOR J. PEDRETTI: "So, JB, when you say gracious exit you mean retiring completely from the craft?"
BYRNE: "I mean retiring from the planet, Valmor. I have no interest in withering away. All depends on various external factors, of course -- not the least of which being the Fates beating me to the punch! "
Thanks for giving us eight years warning to write our eulogies.
I understand the appeal of not wanting to waste away. I'm not sure of Byrne's religious alignment, so I'm not going to bother with anything along those lines. And I also understand Byrne has taken on a somewhat more depressive air in his recent posts. But this is like those idiots on Internet message boards who make sure everyone knows they're quitting just to either be persuaded to stay or as some grandstanding act -- "You'll be sorry when I'm gone!"
There are people with real problems who feel so bad that even the uncertainty of what comes next beats where they are now. You're not helping. Keep your superiority complex to yourself.