Life should not be prolonged.

Life ends on its own, no matter if it's fifty minutes or fifty years from now. If one man's suicide could save the lives of millions, would you try to stop him? Or would you be there among the millions, hauling him up on a cross? Would you be the one to offer a sip of wine, or the one to break his legs? Would you sit on the sidelines and taunt or would you stab him in the side? Would you write the inscription condemning him for his sacrifice, or would you be the one at the foot of his cross – the one among millions – singing praises?