Honestly, i feel bad for the teenage onlookers more then the person who has commited suicide. They may not realize it now, and may even think it was funny. But when they mature and realize that they have practically condemned an innocent person to their death, and knowing that they did nothing to comfort him but to ravenously photograph his corpse. They will never be at peace with themselves and will have to live a long life full well knowing that they practically killed someone. The poor disillusioned soul may have died, but the onlookers i believe will suffer something worse then death.
Yup, the older I get, the happier I am that there is a Hell.
At least his first name wasn't Seymour.
Or Harry.
I'm amazed this story's made it across the pond because to be honest there's been naff all on it on the local news here (I live in Derby). I think the onlookers in question must have been pissed off cos there've been a couple of threatened jumpers up there recently, and the car park is right slap bang in the city centre traffic system (it's actually in the centre of what used to be a roundabout and is now some scary roundabout/junction hybrid that I get lost driving through) so it does tend to really cause complete chaos.
Like I say - it's had very little news coverage even locally, but yep there are some right twunts around here.
CALLED IT.
Like I always told the emo-chatters, if you were serious about doing it, you'd be dead right now.
Oh, and this is really fucking stupid.
They didn't practically kill someone.
If the guy wasn't going to do it, and did it because people told him to see how high he could bounce, it isn't really something you can call a loss.
Of course, when I heard my dad killed himself in his Camaro, my first thought was "what a fucking waste of a good car".
5meg sig is a much smaller crime than upgrading a Mjollnir.
It is a choice. When they feel that all is lost, that there is no hope, things can never be as good as they once were, and that no one will miss them when they're gone, they have a choice to endure all those perceived hardships and eternal agony, or embrace the sweet release of death and finally be at peace and away from all the suffering.