This is true. He should do a Reggie Perrin, and fake his own demise. Everybody loves you when you're dead - previously hostile critics will be singing his praises, The Guardian will release a special '100 Reasons Why We Always Loved Morrissey' supplement, the record labels will be fighting with each other to release his material, 'Everyday is Like Sunday' will be reissued and hit Number 1 in the UK, and Johnny Marr and Billy Bragg will be leading tearful tributes on the evening news.
Morrissey can remain in hiding in his attic for a month, soak up the adulation he's always craved, then re-appear to be instantly cancelled and hated again, and carry on his bitter war with humanity.
It's a perfect scenario.