I’ve noticed this sort of attitude attached to babies and their parents. A baby is seen as this symbol of no more fun left to be had in life.  You have been relegated to a place of pre-death, living out your remaining days taking care of a poo machine. You played sex Roulette and lost. Bits of this are true, but not enough to be so somber about the whole thing.

Below is some more graff from that old Lincoln Road Derelict.