Solving the Great Problem

Your problem, he said smiling,
Is my death. A suicide
Is an irrelevancy
Unless there are dependents,
In which case it's more wicked
Than murder. What should you do
Who would like to be excused,

Please, and disappear for good?
I can give you ten minutes
To invent a solution.
Past that, I'm afraid, you're trapped.
The Destroyer, door to door,
Ignores the blood-soaked lintels,
But whose blood is the question.