Dorothy Parker's ode always remind me of Chesterton's ballade about having second thoughts on suicide - which is equally apposite:

The gallows in my garden, people say,
Is new and neat and adequately tall;
I tie the noose on in a knowing way
As one that knots his necktie for a ball;
But just as all the neighbours–on the wall–
Are drawing a long breath to shout “Hurray!”
The strangest whim has seized me. . . . After all
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

To-morrow is the time I get my pay–
My uncle’s sword is hanging in the hall–
I see a little cloud all pink and grey–
Perhaps the rector’s mother will not call– I fancy that I heard from Mr. Gall
That mushrooms could be cooked another way–
I never read the works of Juvenal–
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

The world will have another washing-day;
The decadents decay; the pedants pall;
And H.G. Wells has found that children play,
And Bernard Shaw discovered that they squall,
Rationalists are growing rational–
And through thick woods one finds a stream astray
So secret that the very sky seems small–
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

ENVOI

Prince, I can hear the trumpet of Germinal,
The tumbrils toiling up the terrible way;
Even to-day your royal head may fall,
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

I'd have thought that those Brexiteers who complain, quite rightly, that all the deals that are available are worse than staying in the EU would welcome the opportunity to vote for that as a second best, if they can't get the No Deal they might prefer. In fact getting No Deal bput on such a ballot in a three option vote (with an alternative vote system of voting) would offer the way to get that preferred option, if that is really what people want. (And we know how keen they are about carrying out the will of the people...)