The process can be perceived as a cold, callous,and intrusively obscene as a routine by the next of kin but, every such incident is first assumed to be a homicide and is handled as such. In this particular case it did not take very long, merely a matter of hours, to determine that this man had indeed taken his own life. To this very day he could see that man’s final facial expression. He looked to be oddly at peace.
At 23rd and 9th there is a church. The doors were open so he walked inside, his vision unfocused from the abrupt change from the light of day to the darkness of the church. He sat for a moment looking up at the stained glass windows; various Saints captured in an artisans mind made real in wedges of thick glass. If it was a Saturday he may have waited around to make a Confession but there was no Priest to be found on this early afternoon. He said a few prayers, asked God to forgive him his many transgressions and also pleaded his case for a rapid and imminent death. It was probably a sin to pray for death but it couldn’t hurt. He immediately recalled the axiom to “be careful what you pray for…you just might get it”.
DIGNITY, HONOR AND VALOR YET BECAME CONSUMED