One of the beautiful things about being on a relatively undiscovered site is that my police department won't even know about this profile until I've been retired for about six years. Consequently, I can share things here that I could never put out on Facebook. I went to a call today where a man who was terminally ill with cancer, and was about to be put into hospice, took his own life. When his wife went out to pick up his medicine, he walked to the backyard and shot himself in the head. I have the utmost respect for this individual and his decision, which even with the pending death sentence, still must have taken a significant amount of courage. While suicide by firearm can be grisly, it is fast and it is final. I'm sorry for the family's loss, but I am not sorry that they didn't have to watch someone they loved fade into oblivion. I've had that experience and it is horrible. The victim—more of a term of art, in this case, since he took his own life—was sixty-years-old and appeared to have had a good life. I really don't know anything else about him.