Well... that officially takes a place in the top ten worst death experiences I've seen... I'd give you a cookie and a hug, but the internet can only do so much to connect us.

yeah, it was pretty rough. to be honest with you, sometimes I think about his face, as many as 3 to 5 times a day. he shot himself in the temple with a .38 special. gun shots to the head look nothing like you'd think they do. there is more of a "leaking" factor than a splatter, although the area around him was covered in a red mist. a side effect of this is that whenever I see a movie where someone gets shot in the head, I'm all like "that's so fake, it definitely does NOT look like that." by now all my friends know what happened so they just give me a weird look. what was bullshit is that the cops just took his body, and we had to clean the mess up. My kid sister even helped scrub brains and blood stains from the carpet. I hate that she helped. no little girl should have to go thru that shit. but I digress. but I'll eat a cookie in your honor, my friend.

Your little sister had to help clean it up... It's bad enough your damn family had to do it, but a child? That's just plain and simply wrong.

she didn't have but she wanted but still, da fuck? my parents shouldn't have let her. that was some scarring shit.

You're parents shouldn't have even had to clean it themselves, that's still just wrong by itself.

we were going to hire some professionals to clean it up, but they weren't open for the weekend and it was summer in the south... it would have started to get really gross.