Demand for experience incurs a surplus of recursive pluralizations.
Would you mind very much skipping ahead to the part where you hang yourself from a knotted up bedsheet over the toilet, with your final bit of pointless doggerel scrawled on the walls with your own feces? That'll really show us.
Suicide is never a laughing matter. It's a hilarious irony on the part of our sub-species enthralled by Justin Bieber and Nicki Minaj. The kind of popular music that makes one throw up in their mouth a little bit while enduring such auto-tuned, revolting, played out club tracks in the known universe.