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Here's an interesting story I found in this fascinating place we call the interwebz:
A guy by the name of Rudi Wittgenstein (brother of the philosopher) walks into a bar and tells the pianist in the bar to play a certain piece. As the music begins, Rudi sits down and mixes himself a drink of milk and potassium cyanide, which he drinks until he suddenly can no longer hear the music, mainly because all that he can feel now is the excruciating pain in his lungs, which soon disappears along with everything else. In other words, he has a Musical Death.
I guess you get the point: do you know other stories of people committing suicide or dying or being killed to music?
And to quench your curiosity, the piece that Rudi requested for his death was "Verlassen, verlassen, verlassen bin ich" by Thomas Koschat:
A guy by the name of Rudi Wittgenstein (brother of the philosopher) walks into a bar and tells the pianist in the bar to play a certain piece. As the music begins, Rudi sits down and mixes himself a drink of milk and potassium cyanide, which he drinks until he suddenly can no longer hear the music, mainly because all that he can feel now is the excruciating pain in his lungs, which soon disappears along with everything else. In other words, he has a Musical Death.
I guess you get the point: do you know other stories of people committing suicide or dying or being killed to music?
And to quench your curiosity, the piece that Rudi requested for his death was "Verlassen, verlassen, verlassen bin ich" by Thomas Koschat: