I find it very strange how we sort of shame, and easily forget people who commit suicide peacefully and privately, yet we immortalize people who go on murder sprees and then commit suicide.
I had a friend I grew up with, very funny kid, very well liked, but was loaded up with different psych drugs since we were in middle school (probably before). He ended up going to medical school, and shortly after graduating, took his own life. Everyone loved him. No one here knows his name, most people outside of family and close friends have probably forgotten about him.
A very positive person who never hurt anyone, was loved by everyone who met him, takes his own life and that's the end of his story.
Some piece of shit like Vester Flannigan gets his life dissected on national TV for days, picture shown everywhere.. People read his manifesto on air.
It just seems like we have this all backwards.
Why not take a moment to honor the people who peacefully commit suicide, maybe even look at their grievances at a local level, talk about their life and mental issues, see if maybe we can change things.. and completely shun, ignore, and mock the people like Flannigan who go on these sprees and hurt innocent people.
Most people are instrinsically geared to be fascinated with murderers. I wish I could remember the study to cite here, but basically it showed that across cultures, we have a desire to be fascinated by the worst people out there. Rationally speaking, we'd celebrate those who have used their intellect to solve puzzles that have and will help humanity advance, but those guys and girls aren't studied. Instead, we spend time breaking down the nature and nurture variables of serial/rampage killers. It sucks, but that's the way it is.