I wrote him a letter. That night, before we moved the casket to the Capitol. Do you know what I wrote? That I wanted to die. I wanted to die. I understand. Do you? I do. Unless you are asking permission. No, only crass, self-indulgent people kill themselves. No, I was just hoping… if I walked down the street next to Jack’s body then someone would be kind enough to do it for me. In front of the whole world… A famous life, a famous death. (Jackie dir. Pablo Larraín - 2016)
