On a night without moon or stars you can't see a thing, but you can imagine anything.
We opened our hearts. Hear me, heal me, save me, believe me.
Someone bent on suicide won't have much sense of humor left.
On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
Besides, it happens fast for some people and slow for some, accidents or gravity, but we all end up mutilated.
For sure, even the worst blow job is better than, say, sniffing the best rose ... watching the greatest sunset. Hearing children laugh.