Sioux Schnell earned her masters degree in literature and married a degenerate lifeform: a published poet. He was an inconsolable moody marginally-functional alcoholic, and during his hard mood swings, he liked to lay hands on Sioux. It was fire and ice. Tender touches one hour, then beatings.
Sioux would hide from him.
He even coaxed her into drinking with him, trying to pull her into his void of emotional chaos. It was funny because he wrote poems about trees and leaves.
But man was he an asshole.
Meanwhile Sioux's brother Brickbart read something on the internet. Which, reading on the internet, is like putting a gun to your head, sometimes.
He played a lady. Made her think he was in love with her, so she would become his girlfriend. He had no hopes of closing the deal with her, so, at her behest, he went to a physician and was prescribed Viarga(tm).
The pretense had worked.
He crushed the pills and snorted them up his nose! Instantly, he was like an omniscient, all-knowing superman! But there was one problem. The act rendered his eyes useless. He was completely blind!
But now he knew too much. Everything made sense. In his mind, there were no questions, no worlds to conquer, and suddenly there was not a sense of wonder in anything.
So he committed sepaku. By waiting, sitting in his lonesome bedroom for the next eighty years, in nature reclaimed him.