An unlovable man should only kill himself in an effort to gain sympathy for his brother incels if he, seized by a fit of the blackest nihilism, wanted his death to be as meaningless as possible. Perhaps, wanting to make a statement about the fundamentally absurd nature of the cosmos wanted to make his suicide the perfect expression of it.
Now, make no mistake. People would care if an undesirable man succumbs to the razor or the rope in some public way, declaring his sexual or romantic frustrations was the motivation for his suicide. But never assume for even a fraction of a moment that the attention would be positive, that it would soften the hearts of those who, having spent their entire lives under Nature's tutelage, learned long ago to harden them when confronted by Ugliness and its myriad incarnations. No, the reaction wouldn't be sympathy, or kindness. There would be no soul-searching or shedding of tears. The response would be resentment and wrath.
"How dare this grotesque thing attempt to hold our feelings hostage? How dare he attempt to coerce affection from others? It's almost like he was holding the blade up to our own jugular the moment he placed it to his, trying to force us to feel something against our own wills. His happiness is not our responsibility, or the responsibility of anyone else and, attempting to make it otherwise is tantamount to the delusional rapist who believes he can compel the object of his desire to love him."
In a sense, such indictments would be accurate. A rapist can't force his victim to truly find him desirable. Said victim may mumble "I love you" in response to her assailant's demands she do so as he holds a gun up to her head, but the declaration would, of course, would be a lie and she would speak it with anguished tears staining her cheeks. An ugly man trying to elicit sympathy from others by murdering himself would be considered guilty of committing the same kind of violation and people subjected to it would react accordingly.
They would resist: screaming, shrieking and clawing the entire time. They would employ every tool imparted to them by both Nature and God to preserve their inherent hatred of physical ugliness with all of the fervor of the maiden struggling against the grotesque brute attempting to seize her virtue.
The rites of the ancient Hebrews made use of two sacrifices in their attempt to cleanse themselves of sin. There was the holocaust, bled dry and burnt to ash, dedicated to glorious Yahweh and all of the beauty he had crafted. In a way, this offering was just as beloved and sacred as the deity its death was dedicated to. Then there was the scapegoat, the thing magically burdened with the collective wickedness of the tribe. This hideous thing was commended to Azazel, the Lord of the parched desert, cast from a cliff to die alone in the wilderness, to be devoured by the unholy forces of sterility that haunted it.
If an incel decides to end himself for the sake of his brothers and their misery, to dedicate his body and what little remains of his soul to the sacrificial pyre, well, he's certainly free to do so. However, before he commits himself to the act, he should never forget that it will be desiccated and despised Azazel, not El and his lovely daughters, who will be waiting to claim his spirit.
