Well, there's the estimated work to fix and then there's how ... "valauble" someone is. It's an invisible measure: a little bit of celebrity (or how many peopl

Well, there's the estimated work to fix and then there's how ... "valauble" someone is. It's an invisible measure: a little bit of celebrity (or how many people know you), some kind of reputational Whuffie (will they be missed?), a dash of disregard for age("he was so young" versus "it was his time"), some men versus women as kind of a global score, then you have individual removal. As an example, were Taylor Swift were pursued by the black dog, wallets would open up for suicide prevention, but some loathed yet similarly known figure not so much. Whatever it is, the never-to-be-acknowledged issue that for many, people "care" to an extent that is materially indistinguishable from not caring one bit. Most people give advice with no skin in the game and no penalties for being wrong. Who wants to face the question, "What if it didn't get better?" What if you convince some miserable twenty-something that it gets better, as the platitude goes, and some fifty years later, no, it didn't, that their life was one terrible slog through stone-faced despair, lest we "affect loved ones" via the taboo of picking the time we board the train to Endsville? Whoops, sorry about that, we guilted you into suffering for half a century so we wouldn't have to look at you. Someone who would have done a Richard Cory instead ends up like Giles Corey, and it was just one more weight on the plank crushing them down, but gosh we feel good about saying the right thing.