Suicide with a foreword by Forgetting Sarah Marshall

I'm currently watching Forgetting Sarah Marshall with my mom and FX has cut out most of the funny material in this movie, specifically any and all scenes including or hinting at the word "fuck." They've turned the word asshole into rascal twice now, which frankly I think is hilarious. Basically you're only getting context for the movie and no real jokes. It's significantly less interesting without seeing boobies, too. This is beside the point though. Let's talk about suicide shall we? We put a lot of unnecessary value on human life. We need to keep in mind that we are animals and there are literally more than seven billion of us. Other animals don't freak out when one of their kind dies because animals are committed to adaptation. I'm not saying that we shouldn't be upset when another human dies or when a human kills themselves. What I'm saying is that it isn't our place to tell others not to kill themselves. That is total bullshit. Telling someone who doesn't see the point in living any more isn't going to be convinced to keep on living because they'll be living for other people and not for themselves and that is nonsense. Telling someone to not kill themselves is selfish. I mean, sure, killing yourself is the ultimate selfish deed, but verbally or physically forcing someone to stay alive so that you don't have to be sad and cope with something extremely difficult even if it means that they have to continue to be depressed, is one of the most fucked up things I've ever even sort of participated in. Personally, I would never kill myself. I value the statistical unlikelihood of my existence. But given that unlikelihood, my existence is ultimately irrelevant. But if another person doesn't realize that the fact that they even exist is totally ridiculous, then far be it from me to tell them the value in their life. Sure, I wish they would realize the significance of their life, that they can do literally anything with it, that once you're dead, you're fucking dead, that the pain won't end because you'll be in a state of eternal nothingness, a state the human mind can't even process, because if it could it would cease to be alive (the circle continues), you won't feel better because you won't feel anything. 'You' will no longer be an idea outside the minds of those that were close to you. Alas, these people may never figure that out and you understand the concept behind death so I'll wrap up. Don't tell people what to do. Let them live their lives, even if that means ending it. But hey, if you can show them reason, then you will have given that person a beautiful thing, otherwise, get off your golden pedestal you sanctimonious butt holes.