No Room For Gallows Humor

Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain both beloved affluential cognoscenti, (took their life via cerebral hypoxia) neither death can one explain left family and friends to speculate without lapsing into speculation impossible knot to veer off toward inane, where fame nor fortune no immunity against unbeknownst deathly accursed mental illness impact their adherents plus affect large swath of population in the main cuz, (strictly my opinion) the tightly woven world wide web doth plain lee meld humanity linkedin by avast societal reign forcing the global community to train energies toward heightened awareness (yes in vain) for those who tightened noose around neck as grief doth wax and wane no doubt less prominant persons amidst every walk of life give admittance to grim reaper, who doth stalk every mortal being tempting surrender soul for eternal peace, where soul asylum sacrifice forsaken to black hawk swooping down soundlessly to snatch priceless human life subsequently, whence benumbed onlookers gawk aware how precarious, riotous, and tenuous the psyche offers no resistance, nor doth balk at absent awareness, how collective adoration wears a funereally ghostly, horribly immensely joylessly knitted veil eludes measurement, though nonetheless unanimity that far reaching sadness weighs heavy on tear filled side of scale witnessed by grievous next of kin, who struggle to accept severe de rail ment of unsuspecting hidden agony im pail ling corporeal flesh gouging body electric on par with a nine inch nail jaggedly renting asunder (an unseen male strum) pitching one incognito, no matter she/he appears hearty and hale leaving a wake of inconsolable paroxysms causing thee human league to ail!