so its official Alexander Mcqueen Actually did kill himself!

Genius may love company, but often it can be downright deadly - and very unforgiving to those it afflicts.
Fashion designer Alexander McQueen, we now know, did indeed kill himself by hanging in his London apartment last week. He left a note - the first telltale sign of death by suicide - detailing how he grieved for his mother and overall loss of satisfaction with life. Just like Ernest Hemingway, Margo Hemingway and dozens of other people who were truly artists, he saw no way out from the madness that was his brain and his life. At 40, he was young enough to be remembered forever as the young Brit with the bad boy attitude and incredible design sense. Just as we remember Marilyn Monroe, James Dean and Princess Diana as forever young, so too shall we remember Lee Alexander McQueen. Perhaps he wanted it that way, but, geez, killing yourself really only shows the world how truly limited you are when it comes to brains over beauty.
Suicide is one of the world's oldest ways to bring attention to yourself. It is indeed the desperate cry of someone who needs (needed) a lot of help and somehow just couldn't figure out how to get it. Whether intentional by hanging or accidental by overdose, suicide is indeed a final solution to a temporary problem. Some people who kill themselves are remembered as geniuses, as McQueen will no doubt be. But let's be honest. Most people who kill themselves are privately called losers without much common sense or worth to society. The lucky ones are those too incompetent to figure out how to off themselves successfully.
No doubt, McQueen was that rare fashion 'genius' that knew how make the world a more glamorous place. Sandra Bullock, Lady Gaga and a host of other worldwide celebrities have worn his designs. He knew his art and it knew him, and therein may have been the problem. What flowed from his mind to his hands could produce some of the most elegant clothes in the world, but what also flowed from his mind he could not apparently channel into anything that was not self-destructive. He was trapped, or so he felt. Perhaps his mother was the only one he felt truly understood him, and when she passed, he may have felt like he had no one. We will never know.
But here's the bottom line for all you average Joes out there. No matter how bad life gets, suicide is not the answer. Not only will any insurance policy not pay out if you kill yourself, you will leave your loved ones (dig a little, we all have some) with a big burden that they may never be able to handle, as well as may never be able to pay off. The poetry of suicide is quaint, but in reality, all that Romeo and Juliet and all the other tragic deaths accomplished was to give the living something to think about. Personally, I'd like to bother people until the absolute last moment possible. It makes more of impression, and it keeps me alive. Sure, all those tragic figures are resting in peace, if you want to call it that. The truth is, they are all dead. End of story.
Glamorize the death of McQueen and others all you want, but it really is nothing short of tragic, and to make it anything else is at best delusion. It's one thing to go out at the top like Jerry Seinfeld did. It's another thing to go out at the top like Alexander McQueen did.
At least Jerry Seinfeld gets to enjoy the long journey down.