Death makes the people who knew or know you mourn and realize, regret and reincorporate memories. But when you're alive, all you can do is commit or witness mistakes. But when you're dead you're a lifeless, non-responsive body. Without a care for the world and any amount of screaming will never bother you.
But sometimes death just comes - without warning.
And when you jump off a building, free like a dying bird falling from the skies - the best memories flash quick in your mind.
The pressure that acts against your body are like erasers, making your shame disappear, the pain, the held in woe.
Bam.
Adios to you, my sweet endeavours.