Did you read the article about the sports writer who drove up to a police parking lot, called 911, reported his own suicide and proceeded to put a bullet in his head? On his 60th birthday, he had decided that he had lived long enough, didn't like the way he was aging, wanted no part of any debilitating illness and wanted to exit on his terms. Which he did. Not married, no kids, minimal contact with a sister and a brother. He had no real support system to be there to catch him when he got to falling. For him, I guess, his interpretation was that he had found himself in dire straits at 60. The blogesphere was a piece of the puzzle too. He was an active participant and had been detailing in his blog set to publish a day after his death the who, what, when, where of the gradual process of his death spiral. Yahoo removed the site a few days later. Unfit for public consumption, I guess. I found his story on the CNN website. It's worth a look. I was pulled in. What makes us do what we do? When we're aging, but in good health, what takes us so close to the precipice? Life's a thrill ride for me, and I like to think the coaster ride is still on the way up!