Philosophers gave different solutions to suffering. Some of them agreed with one solution (from myriads of solution). It's death. It's an important subject to discuss.
Some argued that there are two deaths, conceivably speaking. The first is the usual real, biological death. It's unremarkable because, well, if I die why the fuck should I care? The question just stops there and no more. The second is 'death' in a more sinister sense. For instance, we can still 'live' while being 'dead' at the same time. I'm experiencing a living death, as a zombie or something. 'Dying inside', as one commonly puts it. My hand moves on its own, my emotion comes out itself. I pretend that I'm still living, when to be honest I've been dead since a long time ago. I'm the Hamlet (idiot version) who chose 'not-be', instead of 'to be' or 'not to be' in the face of suffering. A fictional suffering; fictional, because it takes an idiot megalomaniac like me to perceive that this bare universe is somehow against me and my life.
But how is it possible that many other people are as idiotic and megalomaniac like me, as each of them suffer the same 'living death' as me? Let us suppose that there is society, in a general term. Is it then conceivable to think of a society which consists of generic idiocy and megalomania as its characteristics? I'd like to think of it for a moment. Maybe you can help me. I'm dying here. (And I can imagine Elliot Rodger laughing sarcastically at me, saying something like 'ha ha I was right!', and so on.)