Riding the Rails, The Hard Way

Here's a rather weird news story from the Belgian press that leaves you wondering whether you should be happy or still stay sad.  It turns out that in 2011 there was a drop of railroad suicides in Belgium by something like 20%.  Just over 100 people took their own lives in this manner.  They don't elaborate but I assume this is the result of throwing yourself in front of a moving train and not, for example, trying the Chef's Surprise in the dining car.  The fact that 70% of the rail suicides took place in Flanders, the more well-to-do northern half of Belgium, is puzzling.  Wallonia, the much poorer, French-speaking southern half of the country, would seem the more likely place for despondency.  But I think I've figured this one out: the trains are so habitually late in Wallonia that it's nearly impossible to know when to be waiting on the tracks for the next train.  In Flanders things run much more smoothly, so your chances of success naturally go up dramatically.  And, I guess, deadly. 
Here's one more odd bit of news from the same article: an additional 73 people tried to commit suicide last year by this means, but were unsuccessful.  Boy, talk about having a bad day: you finally decide you've had enough and want to end it all by throwing yourself in front of a train, and yet still find a way to mess up.  The train was going too slowly, or didn't weigh enough?? In this case, I believe Someone is telling you that you really were meant to keep on living.