(he doesn't snap, mind her.)

Some of us don't, and can't leave this plane of existence! Be nicer to us, suicidal incompetents, and unable to be murdered fellows!!!!

(dramatic, the back of the hand on his forehead as he tilts his head backward. theatrics, theatrics.)

Nope, you had a great response, that's the kind of thing people usually say. Keep telling me, why are you dying, again? Do your friends know?