stop making sense

Unsettling, and somehow intriguing.

Sigmund Freud -- dies bravely by asking his physician for a lethal dose of morphine.
Ernest Hemingway-- rests a shotgun (bought at the then sporting-goods store Abercrombie & Fitch) on the floor in his hallway with the double-barrel to his forehead, and ends his life. His father also committed suicide.
Ludwig Wittgenstein-- three of his four brothers committed suicide.
Walter Benjamin-- Death unclear, although suicide heavily suspected; while fleeing from the Nazis he dies in 1940 after taking morphine pills.
Gilles Deleuze-- Suicide after struggling with severe lung cancer and a tracheotomy. Throws himself out of his apartment window.
Nick Drake-- Suicide, probably drug overdose.
Hunter S. Thompson--suicide, gunshot.
Vincent Van Gogh; Virginia Woolf; Sylvia Plath; the list goes on and on.

If great minds often endorse suicide, what does this add to its reflection?