Word man. My ex's brother ate a bullet. Laid down in bed put his 30-06 into his mouth, pulled the blanket over his head and pulled the trigger. I ended up cleaning up that mess. He was single and lived with his parents who were retired. He ran the family farm. I'll never forget when her father called in a panic and I went over (we lived next door). I went upstairs and there was a hole in the wall above the head set with blood, yellow matter and bits of skull dripping off the wall. I pulled the blanket off his face and then covered him up and went down stairs and called the police.
After they took his body away I hauled the blood soaked mattress and box springs outside and hauled them off to the dump. Cleaned the blood and gore up off the wall and floor. His parents and my ex were still in shock with the thousand mile stare.
So like yea...suicide isn't something to joke about.