Swinging from a chandelier

A jolting “G” sharp orchestrates a standstill, followed by the fat ladies screech from the foyer. Broken then by the breaking glass on the marble flooring, Black Ties and dinner jackets glazed faced. As subjected to this scene pondering existence while being removed from the protective screens of there once relative dreams. Expression lifeless since the day he sold his soul for the lifestyle. His trophy wife emerges, content then confusion. The once scowling eyes, now showing remorse as she identifies the corpse. Screams, Signs of distress. How much money will it take to clean up this mess?