My aunt and i got a call yesterday from our family to tell us that my great-uncle just killed himself. Awesome. Apparently he didn't see the point in living anymore because his wife (the love of his life) was dead and he had already accomplished everything that he had wanted to. So he told his brother that he was going to shoot himself and even showed him the gun. No one believed him so he wrote a note for his kids and blew off his head.
Not cool. This is why i don't like christmas. Something bad always happens.