inyati13
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Tired of the sulfur debate. Kathie's suicide story caused me to recall this.
It was December 2008, Denver, CO. My close friend’s father had committed suicide. The victim was a 72 year old male who was living estranged from his spouse at the time. The spouse was living with her daughter. The victim had shot himself in the home. The mail carrier who delivered to the door noticed the mail had not been picked up for three days so he notified the police who entered the home and found the victim.
I went to the daughters home the day after the widow was notified of the suicide. The daughter asked if I would enter the house, conduct a room to room search, look at the area where the victim shot himself and help them decide how to proceed and what needed to be done before the house could be occupied. I ask if they had a police report. They did and the daughter gave it to me. That night I read the police report. The victim had gone into his office, laid back down on the floor and used a Ruger .357 Magnum Security Six double action revolver to deliver a single shot under the jaw. The bullet passed through the mouth, into the floor of the brain cavity and exited the top of the head. The bullet was found lodged in the partition wall which the top of his head was resting against.
The only odd detail was this: there were two fired chambers and four live rounds in the remaining chambers of the six chambered cylinder. The police had specifically ask the widow if the victim had ever fired the gun. She said absolutely not. When she left him due to a domestic quarrel, the gun had never been removed from the home and was in its original box. The police had retained the firearm.
The next morning was cold and there had been a light snow. The widow had given me the keys. The house was a modest 1950s style in a SW Denver suburb. I opened the storm door and unlocked the front door. The door entered into the living room. It was dark and there was a bad odor. Before going to the room where the victim had committed suicide, I walked all the rooms on the first floor. The house was not well kept and was depressing. The odor was strong. The body had laid in the house for three days.
I entered the office where he had shot himself. The first thing my eyes picked up was a large dried puddle of blood. He had pulled a rug out of the hallway and laid on it before pulling the trigger. I pulled the rug back and the blood had gone through the rug and saturated the carpet. He was an extremely large man. I had seen his shoes in his bedroom and they were big enough that I could use them as over-shoes. I looked in the closet and there was a box of ammunition. It was .357 Magnum ammunition and 6 rounds had been removed from the box. I decided to roll the rug up and take it out to the garage. It was heavy with the dried blood. I came back to the room and looked for anything that might need to be removed that would be a source of anxiety to the family. There were some letters and pictures that he must have been reviewing before he shot himself. I put them in a box and placed the box in the closet.
I went downstairs. The stairway was off of the kitchen. I went down a narrow dark stairway. It opened into a poorly finished living room. Just beyond the living room was a small room where the widow kept collectibles. There were a number of Fenton Glass collectibles. I noticed that there were several in a row that were broken. I looked closer. I looked at the wall between the storage room and the living room and I saw a bullet hole. I went back into the living room and saw the entry hole. I lined the two holes up and projected the angle of entry. The bullet had been fired from half way up the stairway.
The victim had never fired the gun. When he decided to execute the suicide. He removed the new gun from the box. Loaded all six chambers of the revolver. He walked through the kitchen, went halfway down the stairs, pointed the gun at the wall of the living room and fired the first chamber. The bullet went through the partition wall and broke several pieces of Fenton Glassware on the far side. Satisfied that the gun operated, he went up stairs, laid down on the rug he had removed from the hallway and shot himself.
I informed the widow and daughter that they should not enter the house until professional cleaning of the office room and purging the house.
It was December 2008, Denver, CO. My close friend’s father had committed suicide. The victim was a 72 year old male who was living estranged from his spouse at the time. The spouse was living with her daughter. The victim had shot himself in the home. The mail carrier who delivered to the door noticed the mail had not been picked up for three days so he notified the police who entered the home and found the victim.
I went to the daughters home the day after the widow was notified of the suicide. The daughter asked if I would enter the house, conduct a room to room search, look at the area where the victim shot himself and help them decide how to proceed and what needed to be done before the house could be occupied. I ask if they had a police report. They did and the daughter gave it to me. That night I read the police report. The victim had gone into his office, laid back down on the floor and used a Ruger .357 Magnum Security Six double action revolver to deliver a single shot under the jaw. The bullet passed through the mouth, into the floor of the brain cavity and exited the top of the head. The bullet was found lodged in the partition wall which the top of his head was resting against.
The only odd detail was this: there were two fired chambers and four live rounds in the remaining chambers of the six chambered cylinder. The police had specifically ask the widow if the victim had ever fired the gun. She said absolutely not. When she left him due to a domestic quarrel, the gun had never been removed from the home and was in its original box. The police had retained the firearm.
The next morning was cold and there had been a light snow. The widow had given me the keys. The house was a modest 1950s style in a SW Denver suburb. I opened the storm door and unlocked the front door. The door entered into the living room. It was dark and there was a bad odor. Before going to the room where the victim had committed suicide, I walked all the rooms on the first floor. The house was not well kept and was depressing. The odor was strong. The body had laid in the house for three days.
I entered the office where he had shot himself. The first thing my eyes picked up was a large dried puddle of blood. He had pulled a rug out of the hallway and laid on it before pulling the trigger. I pulled the rug back and the blood had gone through the rug and saturated the carpet. He was an extremely large man. I had seen his shoes in his bedroom and they were big enough that I could use them as over-shoes. I looked in the closet and there was a box of ammunition. It was .357 Magnum ammunition and 6 rounds had been removed from the box. I decided to roll the rug up and take it out to the garage. It was heavy with the dried blood. I came back to the room and looked for anything that might need to be removed that would be a source of anxiety to the family. There were some letters and pictures that he must have been reviewing before he shot himself. I put them in a box and placed the box in the closet.
I went downstairs. The stairway was off of the kitchen. I went down a narrow dark stairway. It opened into a poorly finished living room. Just beyond the living room was a small room where the widow kept collectibles. There were a number of Fenton Glass collectibles. I noticed that there were several in a row that were broken. I looked closer. I looked at the wall between the storage room and the living room and I saw a bullet hole. I went back into the living room and saw the entry hole. I lined the two holes up and projected the angle of entry. The bullet had been fired from half way up the stairway.
The victim had never fired the gun. When he decided to execute the suicide. He removed the new gun from the box. Loaded all six chambers of the revolver. He walked through the kitchen, went halfway down the stairs, pointed the gun at the wall of the living room and fired the first chamber. The bullet went through the partition wall and broke several pieces of Fenton Glassware on the far side. Satisfied that the gun operated, he went up stairs, laid down on the rug he had removed from the hallway and shot himself.
I informed the widow and daughter that they should not enter the house until professional cleaning of the office room and purging the house.
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