Death is a small price to pay to defend one's honor in front of your tailor.
Ofcourse, I didn't mention that after taking out the first guard I would have made for the chandelier, twisting in flight to deliver a stunning blow to the temple of the second guard.
So there would have been no need to die on this particular day.
After taking my rightful place, and according to my scheduled appointment , I then naturally would have called my Swiss banker and bought the damn tailor shop, only then revealing my true identity hitherto hidden behind a self effacing facade which others mistakenly , and to their detriment, thought that they could ignore and so, delay my tailors appointment.
A proper tailor must always honor his appointment with gentlemen of the Lounge.