The sage once said that when you are dead, you don't know you are dead. The distress is only for others, not for you.
It is the same when you are stupid.
It is the same when you are intoxicated.
Of the three, death perhaps has more dignity because comments, assertions, lectures, edicts, ultimatums, and bullshit from corpses are exceedingly rare.
There is a route out of stupidity: education, experience, and caring for oneself and others. The key is listening. No one learns anything new while talking, bellowing, or screaming.
There is a route out of intoxication. Don't pick up.
The route out of addiction is the route out of stupidity added to the route out of intoxication.
At present there is no route out of death, only in how long, productive, and pleasant your route to death will be, and how many laughs, tears, pleasant memories, and nightmares you leave behind.