I just talked to him a few days before and he seemed fine. Nothing out of the ordinary. Then I get the call from ~~his sister~~ my mom. (Trying to get info right but everything blends together.) It was actually the wife but she didn't tell me. She just said I needed to call my mom. Shot himself. His sister is absolutely broken right now. She should have never been the one to find him. The rest of his family is complete usless trash. They just want to cremate him because it's the cheapest option. That sent his sister into full mental breakdown. She wants a burial but can't afford it. I'm trying to come up with something but right now I'm lucky I was even able to get my company to dispatch me home to help her. She told me, "You have know idea how much love he had for you." and that broke me. I grew up with this guy. We've been friends since we were 12. Played basketball together. Video games. Arrested together for being idiots. You name it. I just can't wrap my mind around why he fucking did it. I'm gonna miss that faggot. Sorry for the jumbled mess. I'm still kinda out of it.