Life can be a bitch, sure. And so can death....

A guy in Marseille killed himself today. His wife, who is said to be a psychiatric patient, was driving her husband to hospital because he was having a psychotic episode when he got out of the car and threw himself under a bus. The driver managed to stop in time to save his life but the man got up and ripped one of his eyes out, and then the other one. Police on the scene tried to control him but he ran away and fell over a fence and impaled himself. Then he died.

I knew a woman once. She tried to kill herself at home with an overdose but was saved by the coincidence of a relative arriving. She tried again a while after and was taken to hospital, where she was given tranquillisers and subsequently left alone. So she got up, went to the empty room next door, and hung herself on the belt of a dressing gown.

They say life's a bitch sometimes. Sure, it is. But whatever the trials and tribulations and bonheurs and torments of my life, I sure wouldn't want to die with such a desperate urge to do so.....