I had a whole mess of double-first cousins (Mother's brother married Father's sister) who grew up basically across the street from us. My cousin Tim was a riot -- always the life of every party. He always could be counted on to have a new joke or a funny story. He was my mother's favorite, probably because he had such good comedic timing. I admired him greatly. When I was growing up I wanted to be like him. He went on to be elected Mayor of my hometown.
This morning, in the midst of apparent financial problems, he committed suicide.
And there just aren't words.