Whatever Pierrot does is always wonderful and impossibly significant. It seems so to him. Being a comedian by birth, a thief by education and a philosopher by conviction his death cannot be ordinary. Gaining with all his strengths a moment of his death, he falls into the crack between worlds. He is stuck there and urges the public to save him.
That all would all be simple and cheerful if there were no sharp knives, no real armour, no slip-knot and no drunken hangmen.
If I was asked, "How do you prefer to die?" I would say that the best way was the noose of a toy-gallows at the fairground. And only me and My Sweetheart would know that nobody hears the death-rattle over the applause.