When we were in high school, the group of guys that I hung with decided we were going to hook off school the next day and go to the county fair. One of our friend's family caught wind of it and told him that if he hooked off they would ground him for a month. So, the next day, he did hook off, but he sat in a chair, put a shotgun in his mouth and the rest you can guess.
The first company that I had worked for after college, I took an engineering job. The plant manager for a DuPont site came home from a meeting in Wilmington and committed suicide in the garage with the car running. Being a young and new guy, I wasn't told much.
Then, I also have a friend who's son shot and killed himself in the state of Washington. He was teaching English in China at the schools and met and fell in love with another teacher. He came back to the U.S, to get a job and then she was to come to the U.S., so they could be married. While he was "setting up shop," he received a Dear John letter and committed suicide. They never did recover all of the remains because he drove into the woods, climbed to the top of a mountain or hill and shot himself in the head. They did find the skull. They said the animals drug the rest away, but some of the bones were located. The unusual thing about this incident was that the son came home and told the parents what he was going to do, but he wanted to come home to say "Good-bye." They called the police in Seattle, so when he arrived they picked him up and took him to the hospital. My friend said that his son convinced the people at the hospital that he was OK, so they released him and the next day he did the act. Such a sad story.
My last one is about a fellow co-pilot who found out he had the early signs of ALS. He was to retire in two years. Those of us that knew him and his situation did everything we could to keep his spirits up. He lived in Dallas, which was a city that I did not fly into very often, but when I did, I would always make sure that I visited him without calling first because he was one of these types that didn't want pity, which I tried to explain to him that we were not visiting him out of pity, but because we loved him. He was a great guy. He had confided in a couple of us that when his disease got to the point where he just could no longer handle it that he was going to take care of it. We did take him seriously and had told this to Hospice. They did counsel him, but one night at bedtime, supposedly, he took an over abundance of whatever sleeping medication he was on and was dead by morning. He slept in a hospital bed in his home.
I read a book on suicide when I was in college and taking my psych course. The book stated that if a person is going to commit suicide, they will accomplish it. It also stated that never think that because someone may say they are going to kill themselves that they are joking or just running at the mouth. Usually, it is a cry for help. We should take them serious and alert a family member and get that person to the ER immediately. I know in Florida there is a rule (for lack of a better word) that if someone threatens to kill themselves, you can call the police and they will pick up that person and take him/her to the hospital for a 3-day evaluation. I think it is called the Baker Act.