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With due respect to my wife (completely kind as she was, her name is Hyacinth Bucket a.k.a. Bouquet), friends (absolutely unaware and indifferent as they were to me and my pitiable condition) and my relatives (long lost as they are), I wish to inform you of my suicide which will take place as the clock strikes six o’ clock at sun down at my residence in London. This is the most organized suicide you will ever encounter in your life.

“People always leave. Me too. Bye bye ”