I can’t imagine a depression that would make me so self-centered that I’d put my elderly mother and a lot of complete strangers through this hell.
He could have just taken a gun out into the woods and offed himself. I knew a guy who did that. He didn’t want to bear any more of a cancer that had become unbearable; so he took two guns (everyone assumed it was in case one jammed) far out into a pit on his land, and efficiently removed himself from his suffering. Nobody blamed him.
The thing about life, we’re not going to come out of it alive.
My religious convicts can’t include suicide.
So I guess in any given situation, I’d have to suffer along until.
The guy you knew, to bad he didn’t reach out and find a powerful pain relief medication. But he is not suffering anymore.