I worked with a guy who was an Engineer at the World Trade Center. On 911 he sent his assistant to a meeting he had in one of the towers in his place so he could go get drunk and pop pain pills instead. The assistant died leaving a wife and newborn kid. The engineer had a nervous break down. He couldn't hold a job, got divorced and ended up being a flagger on the road crew. He drank and popped so many pills his liver went and he croaked. He was quite the annoying little fucker. Think irish Brandon with ronald mcdonald hair always down and complaining about what a worthless piece of shit he was. I used to encourage him to suicide(jokingly but serious) but the liver gave out first. In a way I guess he did suicide slowly.