Lively Music

It all started almost a hundred years ago.

A song with only two verses, and very slick, smooth melody chilling to the bones.

The lyrics were about an almost miserable man, waiting for what I guess his lovely bride while holding 100 red roses. The girl never came.

And I really think she really won't bother.

The real thrill is that, the short song had forced many people to suicide, thus claiming lots of what was once "innocent" lives.

A song that short, can KILL?

The song was composed and published by a Hungarian man named Rezső Seress, pianist and composer, may he requiescat in PACE. Whatever the meaning of those three words, you might not want to know. Continuing on, the song was entitled as "End Of The World" (I will never know what is the translation to Hungarian) but as the song was recomposed by other musicians, it was renamed "Gloomy Sunday". A great name for a song isn't it? Very, very catchy. It was first created as a poem by Rezső's friend László Jávor, who is, not very hard to guess, a poet. The poem was for his ex-girlfriend, and I will never want to know why. That is quiet the origin of the song and it seems very simple to me. Simple it is, until I found the suicide cases all because of the prime suspect "Gloomy Sunday: The Hungarian Suicide Song".

The first case is yet to be known, so we move on forward to a high profile case. The suicide of the composer itself, Rezső Seress. It is quiet moving, for a man in complete sanity (maybe) jumped from a window from his small apartment SHORTLY AFTER his 69th birthday. The problem was that, he didn't die, and woke up soon in a hospital. Being very unsatisfied, he choked himself with the electrical wire of an electric fan beside his bed. Well, at last, he died.

He was THAT desperate. Imagine yourself, getting that lonely. "This is it. I can't take it anymore. All I have to do now is JUMP!". And then you found yourself still alive, in a hospital bed. "WTF! Why am I still alive? Take me you worthless demon, just take me!". While saying this words, you are tying a random electrical wire you just found lying in the floor very hard around your neck.

Well, to disrupt the thrill, they say it was Rezső's historical background that pushed him to do the act. They say he was a Nazi Concentration Camp Survivor, but his mother isn't. After the "Gloomy Sunday" song he created, he wasn't able to create another hit. And lastly, the cruelty of this world became unbearable to him, and added to his depression. All of this MIGHT really be the cause of his suicide. Or maybe the song itself that he brought to this cruel, cruel, world.

To add more information, here are more cases of suicides believed to be caused by "Gloomy Sunday".

A drunk man brought by his friend to a concert, shot the vocalist of the band after singing "Gloomy Sunday", and finally shot himself too with his own gun.

László's ex-girlfriend, read only the lyrics of the song and probably hummed the tune to herself, committed suicide right after leaving a note with the words "GLOOMY SUNDAY" in it.

In Rome, an errand boy heard a beggar humming the tune, got off his bike, gave the beggar all his money and jumped from the nearest bridge.

Within a week a typist had gassed herself, requesting 'Gloomy Sunday' be played at her funeral.

And my favorite: Two maids heard the tune over the radio while walking down the hallway. Immediately, they both hanged themselves using their master's curtains. Now, imagine once again. Two people committed suicide at the same place, At same godforsaken time.

Mostly after that, in one year alone in Hungary seventeen suicides were found with notes quoting the 'Gloomy Sunday' lyrics.

AND NOW, MANY, MANY, MORE.

I can't understand how this song can do all this, but I do know one thing.

László Jávor, the original mastermind, had very little information over the internet. I also think that maybe he did not die of suicide. I mean maybe his death was natural. Unlike his FRIEND, Rezső Seress, who suffered greatly. Maybe László, is the real man behind all of this, after all. The ONLY man behind.

Whether you believe it or not just like Angels & Demons, I leave only a word of advice.

Don't be to scared in everything you see, it is what you HEAR that will probably KILL you after all.

Take care, my old friend, take care.

-Rezső Seress