I just know that Morrissey has a softer side than what he just presented to us and our advice-hound readers. I will not fail Morrissey. I will help him come to terms with the fact that some people are quite content to be alive.
Look, maybe he’s not so uncharitable to his fellow man after all:
Lord these words I beg of youAs I kneel down at my bedBecause soon I will be deadLetâ€™s face it soon I will be deadAnd I just want toI want to see the boy happyWith some hope in his pale eyesIs that too much to ask?Before I dieI have one final dreamFor my own life I donâ€™t care anything
There, see! He wants someone happy. He IS capable of it!
Oh. Wait. What’s that, speak up?
He was talking about a cat.
And I suppose that cat will rightfully eat him once he is dead. Carry on, Morrissey. Sorry to bother.