My first idea was: I will kill myself, and yet it will not be suicide. That sounds paradoxical, especially since I am a happily married man in my mid-fifties, with a good job and a lovely wife who is several years younger than I am. She is also busy with her career, and we indulge in many things that many can only dream of. But to disguise suicide as murder? The more I delved into this topic, reading pathology books, crime novels, personal accounts, or researching online, the more exciting I found the idea. What a triumph it would be to know something that no other person in the world knew while observing everyone else, condemned by their professions, running in circles and getting nowhere with their investigations. An adventurous game of confusion between the sexes begins, which is not only aimed at the intended.