To die, to sleep. 
To sleep, perchance to dream,
Ay, there's the rub, 
For in this sleep of death
what dreams may come?
We know what we are,
but not what we may be.
So this search of
‘how to commit suicide painlessly’
is bonkers, please see.

What’s past is prologue.
Tis one thing to be tempted,
another to fall.
Our bodies are our gardens,
our wills our gardeners.
So stop this search for
‘how to commit suicide painlessly’ forever.

What’s done cannot be undone.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny
but in ourselves.
With mirth and laughter
let old wrinkles come.
With this search of
‘how to commit suicide painlessly’,
promise you’re done.

All the world's a stage, And all the men
and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many
parts.‘How to commit suicide painlessly’
will only drop the curtain on a life before
it’s even had a proper start.