A familiar looking man stumbles out of a nearby casino, disheveled, exhausted but determined, the man stands on Speaker's Corner and starts to talk

"My friends, I look around this thing of ours and I see a lot of things.  Strong leaders, developing cities, new faces, old faces, war, death, politics and intrigue.  I see it all with the eyes of an old hand, and it just doesn't excite me as much any more."

VadHandeMedDem pulls out a bottle concealed in a brown paper bag and starts to drink

"I was determined not to follow in my ancestors footsteps.  And, basically, I didn't.  I hired an obscene amount of BGs, I trained at the range, I earned, I gambled, I talked on the Streets, followed the orders of my leaders, and basically, lived a life of honour, as one should when one is a Made member of this thing of ours.  But I don't know why, it just isn't the same.  Heck, I don't know if it ever will be again.  I've too much respect for leader of my crew and my city to cause them any problems (and there has been offers and overtures), but this life...  I've had enough of it."

VadHandeMedDem takes another drink

"I've thought about this decision long and hard.  My children are at boarding school, when they are old enough, they'll probably opt to work in City Hall instead of in my line of work.  The bottom line is, nobody will be hearing from my bloodline for a while.  Their grandchildren?  Heck, who knows, this lifestyle is an attractive one, isn't it?  But for me, right now, I can't see a way out, and I think I've gotta do what I've gotta do."

VadHandeMedDem swallows a couple of blue pills, takes a very long gulp out of the bottle and puts it on the ground by his feet.  Then he pulls out a pistol and loads it

"Curtis and Ivan, you guys are running top notch outfits, and you'll both continue to do beautifully well.  But for me?  I can't be along on this ride.  I'm gonna join Batiatus.

"I'll leave you guys with this final thought.  Although you won't be seeing the likes of me for a while, Hey Hey, My My, This thing of Ours Is here to stay - It's Better to Burn Out Than to Fade Away."

VadHandeMedDem points the pistol at his head...

"Adios Amigos!"

't was refreshing to see you in another light.

Premeir was standing on the corner when the gentleman begun his speech and watched as the man took his life. For some reason he seemed very familiar.

Twice as bright, half as long. Friend.

Looks at this guy taking out his life with his own hands, he tried to stop him but he couldn't, it was already too late. TheLoneWolf pauses for a while wondering why would anyone do this, why would someone kill himself. He must have had a bad life. TheLoneWolf continues walking and gets into the bar to go on with his life.

Whore stops to listen to the inebriated man standing at Speakers Corner and thinks to herself; Why would someone kill themselves like a dog in the street? Surely there is a better way, a less messy way to leave this life than to splatter gray matter all over the street.

Slowly she walks up to the now lifeless man and makes the sign of the cross, bows her head and softly speaks.

Ha morto di propria mano.

Che Dio lo perdoni.

Once finished, Whore makes the sign of the cross again and continues on with her daily business. 

''To those wondering why he killed himself; I think if you listened to his words you would understand.''

…as Whore is walks away she hears another man speaking in the street.

''To those wondering why he killed himself; I think if you listened to his words you would understand.''

She turns around and addresses the man.

Sir, I did listen and understood his words perfectly. I am not wondering or questioning the “Why,” of his actions but more the “How.” Speaking for myself in particular, I personally would prefer to put on my most beautiful dress, have perfect hair and makeup and then swallow sedatives and peacefully drift off to sleep... Looking cute as a bug's ear even in death.

Whore smiles at the man and begins to walk away.

I guess the answer to that is that he wanted to go out in public - the ''Why'' says it all: It's Better to Burn Out than to Fade Away

Barry watches as a few people begin to gather around a stinking, rotten, five day old corpse left in the middle of street. He makes a mental note to get Obscure to pay the local police chief a visit. The man was clearly enjoying his Barry-supplemented wages so much he was forgetting to do his job and get this sort of shit taken care of before it became a scene.

Whore is right, there are plenty of better ways to go out then suicide. If you want public attention kill someone the public likes. Nobody debates that.