Both my father (1979) and my cousin (1999) commited suicide. Mike's grandmother shot herself in 1981, his grandfather shot himself in 1987. None of them gave any indication.

The kind of people that you have to worry about are the depressed ones that don't talk. The ones that talk about it are at least crying for help.

I think suicide is very selfish. I can sort of sympathize because I know how depression can feel, but still. My dad will have been dead for 25 years this May, and my grandmother still cries herself to sleep at night. The least people can do is leave freaking notes so that the family has a clue.