This weekend, my uncle was going to get married to his longtime girlfriend, who is also having his kid. The rehearsal dinner was last night, I didn't go but one of the bride's cousins did. He sounded like a troubled kid when I sat in on a discussion last weekend about the wedding (Goth kid, into death and Marilyn Manson and what not), but he was going to be in the wedding because he was a favorite of the bride.
I come home today from school and my grandma's crying. She tells me that this kid killed himself last night, sometime after the dinner. He was only 14 years old.
I never met him, so I can't imagine why he would do it. I think everyone is melodramatically suicidal in their teens, it's just a slim difference between those who act on it and those who grow out of it. This kid never will have the chance to see how precious life is, and that fucking sucks.
So, no wedding this weekend, it's put off until a better time.